The Note
The day I left,
You pressed a folded piece of paper into my hand.
Smiling and crying, you whispered,
“Don’t forget to read it.”
But there was a lot of commotion that day
What with me moving away.
As I was packing my suitcase, I failed to notice
The piece of paper drift off my bed and onto the floor.
I meant to read your note when I finally reached,
As a reminder of the place I had left.
You can only imagine the horror I felt
When I realized that I did not have it.
Now I can only speculate what it was you tried to say
But your words are lost to space and time
And I find myself incapable of rediscovering them.
If only I could read your mind.
There is nothing to do but move forward.
I must face the fact that
The most important question will remain unanswered
Until I return to you.
And I surely will, someday.
~Ananya Swaminathan
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