Remember what we spoke about
That time we sat to speak about
A thing that meant something to me,
Something to you, unequally?
You found it hard to speak aloud
And chose to send me WhatsApp texts
And I replied in audio notes –
You couldn’t wrap me in my quotes.
You said I’ll act responsibly
But you will never get to see
As only your despaired demise
Would wake in me the worldly wise.
I disagreed, I said I was
Responsible the way I was,
It’s only that it doesn’t look
Like you maintaining ledger books.
And look at me now forwarding
Receipts of bills paid, groceries,
And every other thing you tracked
On files, in folders, neatly packed.
It pinches when the ticks stay gray,
When dashes show under their “Seen”.
It’s not that I’m responsible.
I wish you’ll see it’s possible.