You remember now...

Fault your created majesty

you were but a house of cards.

You forgot.

Undone by a whisper of breath

you crumble into nothing.

You remember.

Why?

I never meant to hate you.

I still wouldn't either,

if only you hadn't so easily 

let me.

Murphy's Laws for the College Student

1. No matter what mode of transport you choose to get home, there will inevitably be at least one baby that screams the entire time that you are inside the train/bus/plane.

2. When you are seconds away from sending in your assignment that is due in 7 minutes, the internet will crash. And in the time it takes you to get back online, you will be a minute late to send it in.

3. If you decide to finally make it to that 9 am class, you will get there at 8.58 and find out at 9.23 that class is not happening.

4. The most number of birthdays will fall in the month that you are most broke.

5. When you change an answer on a hunch, your first answer would have been the right one.

6. All the movies you want to watch will release the very day your exam/test/submission week starts.

7. If you make a plan months in advance to take a trip, and have everything including your tickets and hotel reservations booked, a mandatory seminar will be scheduled for the weekend you were going to leave.

8. When you are desperately studying at 3 in the morning, and it is vital that you stay awake, you will find that you are out of coffee powder, and so is your room mate.

9. When you skip lunch, and are starving, dinner will be something you can't stand.

10. There will always be one signature you forgot to get.

Don't Go

He couldn't believe it. She was going. Sure, some part of him had always known it was coming, known it was a  mere matter of that bastard phantom that went by the name of time. Still. One doesn't expect it to be so final, so...unceremonious. Tomorrow morning, she would go. That was it. Nothing else remarkable about tomorrow, it wasn't special in any way. Just another number on a calendar page. But it would also forever be special, dismayingly so. It shouldn't be this simple, he kept repeating. One day just like any other? Shouldn't there at least be warnings, bells, a god damn symphony of alarms?

Five years. Five years they'd spent almost every waking moment together. Watching TV, always the shows she wanted. Watching her sleep. Being there when she woke up. Walks in the park. Ice cream. Parking a block away and then walking slowly to the parlour, her delicate feet somehow keeping perfect time next to his large ones. No, not somehow. Because they belonged there.

Because from the time he'd known her, from the first time he'd taken her hand in his, he knew she was meant to keep time and pace with him. Knew that it didn't matter how fast he went or who set the pace, they would always be in step with each other, hand in hand. Just like he and only he, knew that her tell tale sign that she needed a hug was when she bit her lower lip or that when she was really scared, she tugged on her left ear, and so much more.  And now? Now there would be other feet walking next to hers. How would they know what pace to walk at so she could keep up?

How was she able to go so easily? Excitedly even, the possibilities of a new, unknown world filled her with wonder and joy, and barely contained anticipation. She only held back a little in his presence. But it was no use, he knew her far too well. And the fact that she had to pretend made it worse. For there was no pretence in his pain. And knowing that she didn't feel any of it, that was what hurt the most.

Morning. He was silent, as he drove her to where she would say goodbye. She attempted some chatter, but quickly gave up when she saw that he wasn't going to humour her. Not today. They're there, far too soon. All at once he wishes he had said more in the car. They get out, and for a second, he stoops so that his face is level with hers. He stares into those eyes, mystery eyes, he called them, for they could be black or dark brown, seemingly at will. Just one more of the many wonderful things about her that would no longer be solely his to marvel at. He looks at her and in spite of himself, he blurts out, "Don't go! I'll miss you so much!" She laughs at his silliness, as she has laughed all these days. And then, she turns and is gone.

And as he watches his little girl walk into the school gates for the first time in her life, he knows that nothing would ever be the same again.

You

In the dark

why must you insist

on being the last thought in my mind

when I get by just fine without you

in the light?