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By @rue_lourd
How long has it been since we talked?
I sit here, wondering
How long has it been since I saw you?
Too many phases of the moon have passed.
I sit here, wondering
I wonder if you’re thinking the same things
Do you think of me?
Or is this
one-sided
one channel of communication
fading away
fading
fading
fading.
I don’t want you to fade from my memory.
I hope you’re doing well.
I worry.
For the time I’ve known you,
You were so shy
Watching anime
drawing pictures
reading books.
Always in a world you didn’t quite fit into.
I wish I’d payed more attention to you
Maybe I could make you feel safer
less scared
less antsy
less paranoid.
I can’t fix you, though
It’s impertinent to think I can
which I don’t
I just want you to feel safe
feel loved
feel happy.
We used to stay up late
reading
hidden under the covers,
light-up keyring in hand
waiting to be caught, listening for footsteps
waiting
waiting
waiting
You never did sleep well, did you?
Night terrors
Screaming at the walls for hours, unwaking
Mum said you used to scare her
And now, it’s insomnia
lying awake at night,
contemplating life,
Wishing desperately to be normal.
That night when you first came,
whispering into my ear
ideas I’d never speak out loud
Did we sleep much that night?
I wonder.
They gave me pills for that
My brain can’t do much by itself
Those were my first ones
Plain white pills, two a night
I hated that I needed them, but I still fought to get them.
It took years to get them
Irregular therapy sessions,
being thrown between therapists like a hot potato.
Those sessions when mum sat in were the worst, right?
Do you worry about me?
I worry a lot
I worry you worry too much
worrying
worrying
worrying
They gave me more pills
Did I ever tell you that?
My third prescription
They say the third time’s lucky, right?
I remember Dad saying that a lot
You used to say it all the time, too
Do you remember?
We haven’t spoken in a while.
On account of all these pills
Melatonin, Seratonin, and more
I forget how many side effects I’ve read through.
Why did we stop talking?
I can’t remember.
I can’t seem to remember how your voice sounds.
Why did you leave?
Oh.
That’s right.
These pills are really doing their job, aren’t they?
I forgot I wanted you gone.
Strange, right?
Strange to forget you.
I’ve forgotten how it felt to have you there
I long for you to be here again
But I know you’re bad for me.
My dear, apathetic soul
I believe we’ll meet again one day.
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