It’s been 4 years, 3 months and 6 days
Since the last time we walked on the beach
The sand crusting over my feet
And you laughing each time I tripped
And me smiling because I could never get mad at you for it
There’s been 24 orders of Chinese food take-outs from Benny’s
One box of Shanghai noodles for me
And one plate of prawn Manchurian for you –
The extra spicy kind,
Though I can never eat it, because well, I’m vegetarian
And you know it
There’s been 43 missed calls – some cut hastily,
Some on drunken nights’ voice calls.
Yes, I’m still technologically challenged
But that’s not why they’re ‘Missed Calls’.
It was strange that you called so much when you claimed
That you preferred messages, and yet
I’ve never had the courage to tell you that yours was the only call I’d take
There’s been 28 novels, 33 movies,16 shopping sprees
Unlimited bowls of ice-cream;
And infinite nights – with tears;
Moments of regret; of rage;
And even more of memories and the omnipresent ache.
I always knew you preferred my lists
to your own.
So here’s the detailed list of everything you owe me.
P.S. Kindly burn after reading.