she was sleeping with her mom on twine sized mattress
her mom was a waitress
that spend half of her salary on the sleeping drugs
they loved each other
but they had to constantly pack their bags
she has never seen her father, not even one time
he didn’t call, but she thought it was alright
she hasn’t seen the other life
life on that side
my father overloaded my lunchbox and i looked for someone to share it with around
and then there was her, a girl never spoken to but spoken about
i sat next to her. she didn’t look away
our eyes met.
i asked,
“so, how was your day?”
the silence
“it was okay”
i would’ve gone back to the class, but for some reason i’ve decided to stay
i guess i knew it was the other way
and i shared the orange. mentioned that the weather was getting cold
such a significant event
i never knew how important it was ‘till i got old
and she called
she didn’t believe in God, she said
so she had no idea why she was telling me that
on that day she was thinking about taking her life
and right at that time
when she got it all planned and finally plucked up the courage
i sat near her and shared my orange
such an innocent thing
made her believe
that it was a sign from above, sayin “it will all get better”
the silence
i guess small things size of an orange matter
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