“I found this memory,”
She said to the jingling chimes,
“Just floating around in my skull
Of a time when I was very young,
I had this old scarf and my thoughts with me.
My fanciful imagination was still alive back then.
I can’t seem to remember why I did it,
But that incident is as vivid
As the last time you kissed me.
It was just a game for me,
Not an attempt to escape.
But the knot was a little too firm
And I almost choked on my mistake.”
He had heard a million stories
Of the hurt she’d caused herself
But he was gone now and so was she.
The wind chimes replied with a soft clinking.
She smiled and whispered,
“I wish I’d died right then.”
– Rubani Kaur
Photography Credit: Unknown