One single moment,
so sweet as sugar,
only to leave behind a cavity that lasts forever.
How can someone touch you so lightly,
that you question the embrace,
but then find a scar on your body?
Here and gone like the wind,
but softer and silently,
like a breeze.
I feared her free-spirit,
but found asylum in her affection.
She filled me with rage and so much wonder,
but when she was gone, I had this everlasting hunger.
Only three raindrops hit my skin before she got bored.
Wanting more, but locked at her core,
she did not mind leaving; that’s all she was good for.
For summoning up a storm and then ‘running away’.
Never afraid but always awake,
because dreams never lie and they testify
against everything we try to hide.
Green grass in the field mocks my jealously,
but I thought it was love?
I called it affection,
but just wanted attention.
When she first came here,
the field was frozen.
Then it melted tears as she disappeared.
How was she chosen?
Freshly plucked out of the field,
the star Rose in my eye.
But of course I had to say goodbye,
eventually flowers decay.
Perhaps tomorrow the sky won’t be so gray.
Raised in Seattle, Washington, Neha Allathur is now a rising senior at the University of Michigan studying business and minoring in community action and social change. She has been writing poetry since she was a child as a way to express all the unsaid thoughts and unseen emotions around her.