“On Wednesdays, we wear pink.”
The Wednesdays are not pink anymore
like your presence,
like your absence.
The petals of the Alliums you gave me were pink
with a stiff stem
hanging like a tongue.
The silky sheets on our bed were pink
dented and scattered
that the street lamps outside would illuminate
in the darkness of the night
like our breaths mingled in the frosty air.
The pencils kept on the table were pink
stacked together to write notes and letters
full of words rejected and thrown
into a dusty bin
and hugged and stored in a small box
at the back of my bookshelf.
The Cali CD you loved was pink
and it played in the background
with you whispering along
C’est quand le bonheur
I didn’t understand it then and now
When will I finally be happy?
The tissues at the restaurant were pink
as we ordered through
audible sighs and hissed breaths
hot, hot anger
flowing through our veins, as it
spilled over and died
unlike the ticking clock which exploded in the back.
The cherry blossoms in our local park were pink
as they fell on the bench
and then the ground
and were picked up by me for my niece
and were trampled upon by you.
The last piece of cheesecake with
too much strawberry syrup on it was pink
which you ate
leaving the crumbs on the plate
in the overflowing sink
for me to wash away.
The leash of our small dog is pink,
filled with white polka dots
who will sit in the tired sunlight
at your feet
like the world you believe you live in.
The post-it on which you wrote
“Need toothpaste, butter and socks”
for me was pink
that will stare at me
until the cheap glue dries off the wall.
The laughter between us was pink,
soft, ugly, true
and loud, loud and loud
just like our anger, just like our tears.
And the memories of you are pink,
and just out-of-reach
like your old and warm t-shirt
kept at the top of my closet
wrinkled at the sides
in the centre.
The skies were pink too
on that Wednesday
Tinged with pink
Stained with pink
Consumed by pink
As you screamed me, me, me all the way down.
Written by Pragati Sharma
Image by Sheena Kasana