Do you still cry,
when the part of the song arrives that flashes all the memories like a film roll?

Does it still hurt to know
that even if it’s over, even if the day’s long gone, their memories are stored and are lying in that rusty corner of your brain, where you’re most afraid to visit?

Does your heart still aches to know
that you were in denial, when every words of the song, every fall of the music made you sit in a half-lit room in the roof covered with asbestos ceiling,
and cried till you figured that you couldn’t breathe normally?

Does your palm turn cold,
when you realize that you’ll never touch them with the same affection you did,

Everytime you were overwhelmed?

Yet, do you still sit alone
and visit that rusty, scary corner of your memory house, when you’re sitting in the first seat of the car, with the window rolled down and the wind hits your face?

Do you still shed a tear for the time that’s long gone?

-/Tulika