Nupur Chaturvedi

As I learn to live in the haze,
Forgotten by you,
I look myself in the mirror,
Try to remember what I looked like,
If I still have the eyes you looked into and held.
The body you explored,
Has it changed? Is it mine?
The hands that roamed over you,
Feel coarse.
I’m shedding skin.
I’m not dying. I will live.
Though it seems a waste,
I seem wasted,
I have new skin under me, I know.
Thicker, maybe?
But I yearn for the softness, the innocence,
Lost forever now.
The child you loved is dead.
Long live the adult.