Is ‘Our Song, Her Now’ a Real Song?
written by: Diva Biyani
I drove past your apartment today.
The curtains were shut before midday…
Didn’t you use to love the morning sunshine?
So why are you sitting in a pitch-black room?
The lilacs we planted together—
they’re dead now.
Does their smell bother you too?
Is that why you won’t water them?
It’s 3 in the afternoon.
I was hoping you’d step out, like you used to.
What about your bittersweet coffee?
But then I saw her—
a girl opening the blinds,
wearing your blue sweatshirt.
Do you remember?
I knit that for you.
It kept you warm,
while you kept me warm, too.
And you used to joke
that I fit you better than any clothes ever could.
So as the raindrops poured from the sky,
I smiled at the dark clouds—
already knowing
I won’t get any sleep tonight.
Not because I’m scared of the storm,
but because it’ll remind me of you.
You came out and had coffee together,
dancing to the soft music, I can’t hear.
It made me wonder
how easily people leave
and how quickly they replace them—
hiding their shadows in dark places,
bleaching their footprints
until they’re gone.
Isn’t it kind of ironic?
That I sit here in what we call our car,
parked outside what we called our home,
crying over our song,
only to realize…
this song probably reminds you of her now…
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