Index Of Invisible Things Poem by Parisha Shukla

Days passed.
Just like the months did…
and the years… will.

Some days lived inside me.
Imagined lives,
imagined bonds,
imagined people —
I held like promises.

The ones I laughed with…
Stepped back.
The one I believed in…
Faded back.
The one I dreamed
of dancing with in the moonlight?
Ghosted…
all the way into the dark.

So
what truly remained...
The ones who were supposed to?

Yes and No.

Yes for the one in me who's still standing,
No for the one whome i thought of standing with.
And I still feel guilty.
Like I owe someone an apology.

I was either too good,
or too harsh,

and I don't know
which one hurts more,

Maybe both.