If Everything Comes Crashing Down

And both of us become strangers onto each other Do not worry about me. We will look beyond eyes and run into each other As usual, for the rest of life. I do not know what you would Treasure of me in your mind. But in billboards planted Across my fervent heart, I will celebrate you as the man Who made me woman. And there are the small things that I would always remember: Your affinity to catch colds; my rising fevers on seeing you Your headaches, your backaches; my avowed helplessness Your falling asleep while waiting for my reply Your asking me to remain with you for all of time. . . All your delicious lies. . . Over the phone, the sound of your drinking water, the soundlessness of your yawn. . . the camouflage of who you were talking to the new meanings you gave to worn-out words Yes, all of this. And that once, You called me a goddess.