My Grandfather.
Smiling eyes,
and wrinkles
around the corners
of the grin that would adorn
your kind face.
Always eager
to tell a story
of worlds far away
time long past
and creatures yet unseen.
how selfless you were!
anything that was yours
was also that of anyone in need of it
and yet anything that wasn't,
you never coveted.
even against those who wronged you
you harbored no grudge
the most kindhearted,
you never judged
and yet life has no patience
time no empathy at all
in the end
death comes for us all,
but it came for you first.
and for the rest of my days spent without you,
i will lament.
him.
I look for him
in the corners of pictures,
the ends
of corridors,
in the midst of football games.
i see his smiling face
in the middle of the pitch
from the corner of my eye
in the back of my mind
always
i see him
i watch him from a distance
laughing in the company of others
never close enough
never too far away
to not care.
his hair.
the first thing i noticed about him,
his hair.
it gleamed in the sunlight,
wavy locks cascading down to his shoulders.
he turned towards me,
his hair waving in the breeze.
his eyes.
they gazed into mine,
rendering me motionless.
my heart skipped a beat,
stumbling,
falling.
i fell in love with everything about him.
his walk,
the confident nonchalant meander,
his laugh,
lighting up his face,
and warming my heart.
life without him is colourless,
a dreary white and grey.
People seek solace in people, the company of others like them, or those who like them.
When someone has problems at home, they find comfort in the people they meet at school. They talk to hundreds of people each month, at school and outside, forming friendships to fill the gap they have in them, to distract from their problems.
Not me.
I have never made a proper, human connection to someone.
I have never felt the joy in seeing someone, at talking to them, simply being in their company, with the knowledge that they feel the same, that my attachment to them is not entirely one sided.
No one truly has an attachment to me.
I'm either that "crazy" girl, laughing too often, occasionally violent accidentally, the "nerd" who you can copy off in class, or the random brown girl no one likes.
I need to feel needed and I need it more than I let on.
Its not that I don't believe in the concept of friendship to that extent, because I do. I see how close everyone seems to be to at least one person in their life, their popularity, the way they can walk into a room and light up people's faces, the way people search for them, inquire where they are when they're not with them for longer than a few minutes.
Never me.
Why?
Why don't I deserve to have someone, at least one person, who is proud to call me their best friend, who misses me when I'm not there, who wants to spend time with me, who genuinely enjoys my company, by choice, and not "obligation"?