Hey Poem by Shikha Gupta

You forgot to give me
What was mine.

Again.

In the lull of the traffic,
The rain that didn't,
A happy ripple in cold concrete,
In the darkness of red and yellow lights,
You don't hear my voice-
Small, (they said)
Against the silent hum.

There's something it misses
That it rises and loses itself
In itself:
Soap bubbles in the air;
Maybe it misses (!)

So let's start all over again.
Ahem...

Hey!

No, wait... that's not it.