Samanwita Das
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I met my younger self for coffee today
we arrived together
both ten minutes late.
with her huge backpack, she came rushing
“The traffic was terrible” I say as I stride in
she had a boy cut hair with two red strands
wearing an outfit our mum chose
I was dipped in pink, ear pods in and a little purse in my hand
still wearing our mum’s choice but now with bows!
she was mesmerised by my skin while continuously looking at herself in the mirror beside
I complemented her strawberry freckles and told her, “It’s okay to hide”
she asks me whether I still struggle with friendships
i pat her head and said we found home in them now
she cried about how she will never find the love that she offers
I tell her how a boy loves her like it’s the easiest thing in the world now
she makes me order her a cold coffee with whipped cream
while I sip on my warm tea and look at her smile beam
she swirls her fingers over her scars worried about never being good enough
glancing at my wrists, I smile and tell her how she’s always been tough
as she leaves, she asks me a question
“Do we still dream? will we ever accomplish them?”
I say I believe we will and we’re almost there now
as we both walk away
I realise that I became the person she’s strives to be
and I will always let her live in me.
I hope we meet for coffee again...
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