Where would your heart end and mine begin?
Is it in the valley of long lost friends
Or at the peak of treasured moments
How does the thought of loss figure in?
When each day grinds into the next
Shredding the minutes into an inevitable past
When I look up and say “remember when”
And you look at me, eyes far away, slightly damp
Thinking of the day before yesterday
A younger time
When you wore courage like a worthy cape
And I held hope like an impenetrable shield
When our worlds first collided
When we believed that heaven could be summoned
And time could be held forever in a bottle
With three little words.
–Shaku Selvakumar Feb 2016