A Defined Unexpectation Poem by Parisha Shukla

I remember the day we last talked—
One was at my home, the other at the coach.
Never knew you both had really moved
To a place I could never know.

Tragedy, unfortunate, unexpected—
All those words can't describe the whole way.

When I look behind for the one,
His smile never fades within me.
An auspicious day was meant to enjoy,
Not to be drowned away with life.

The other was the girl—irritating, but good,
Her absence just shattered my mood.
I remember her: skeptical, enjoyable.
But maybe I never deserved her.

They both remind me
How unfair life sometimes becomes.
People who wish to live, eventually leave,
While those who wish to leave, eventually stay.

-Parisha