Bag
The last token of your love was a bag,
A Tommy Hilfiger.
I wish I could carry all the memories inside.
I wish I could take care of you as much as I take care of that bag.
Why do I care so much?!
Because, I wanted to keep a part of you with me.
You know It's always there.
You reside in my heart.
Now, when I carry that bag with me I feel you are beside me, near me.
I carry your innocent face in my eyes,
Back in my mind, I replay our good old times,
How you used to hold my hands.
Swirl me like a barbie in the air.
I never knew I would feel the same happiness in anyone else later.
You are irreplaceable.
Why so?!
I cannot see such innocence in other's eyes.
You know eyes speak volume about the soul.
Your eyes always searched for me.
They never wanted to see much.
Nor do they wanted to explore others.
My ill lot.
My ill fate.
My ill thoughts.
I lost you.
Now, I keep the bag given by you in care.
I carry it in my hand with love, devotion and pride.
It gives me strength to not fall for the hoaxes again.
You are my guide, do you know that?!
Still I look for you in every person I meet,
I look for the same intensity, same devotion in their eyes.
And, guess what, they never can be like you-
so innocent, so pure.
If only life gave me another chance to flip the script, I would go back to seventeen and lock you with me forever.
Nobody can love so purely like a seventeen year old man.
That seventeen year old is still my dream boy,
Still, I am in love with that lad.
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
Timestamp: 1.47 am, midnight thoughts, Tagar

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