Do you remember…
How we met one summer, just as you were going out and I was coming in?
How the next summer we went to the zoo to watch the Hippos yawn? How we laughed at monkeys and people alike?
The summer that we first dealt with death? Your hand that you gave me across your bed and mine. I had taken it and slept holding it.
“Stars don’t cry..” You wiped my tears.
Do you remember how you would come to see me, dirty collars and a dusty cycle? How we would talk sitting beside each other on the brown steps of the neighbor’s house, ignoring the pointed looks of our mothers?
When the next summer we went to the snake house? When you tapped on the glass cage and the tired snake gave us a scornful look. I know we both were a little scared though we pretended otherwise.
I don’t know why we went to strange places.
Do you remember how you confessed your fear of cockroaches to me?
Do you remember how we would long to be alone, away from the curious eyes of a cousin neither of us wanted?
Do you remember that sultry summer when you told me I had changed?
When you smiled at the changes of my growing body?
I smacked you from behind the chair you sat on, trying to hide my blush. I was glad you noticed it. It really took a painfully long time growing!
Do you remember the silk pashmina I wore for your brother’s wedding?
Managing it was a so damn irritating especially when my eyes kept looking for you. I know you searched for me too. When you finally found me and brought those friends of yours and I saw their mouths droop in disappointment, my lips trembled. But when I saw the way you always looked at me, the green
damn pashmina didn’t seem too awful then and I smiled my first smile of that day.
I always looked best in your eyes.
You remember how you walked away and I never called you back?
I never knew you walked away.
You never knew I called a thousand times.
You were right. Stars don’t cry. But fallen stars do.