Clingy

i hope that you still dance 

with my shadow

toe to toe

arms on her hips

forehead bumping into your nose

lips to kiss

please don’t get angry

when she holds your hand through

every step at the empty sidewalk

don’t be too startled when she hugs you

from the back as you were looking

at ancient exhibits in museums

restrain yourself from puking when she baby talks 

hold yourself back from getting mad at her when she sulks 

you see, 

she was left to walk alone so many times 

she memorises the trail where she picked up the debris of her heart

she stares off into history and wonder why her melancholic past has to be a part of hers

her skin was never touched with tenderness

her voice was never heard 

when you came into her life,

she finally knew the feeling of having company,

and to accompany someone.

I know you don’t like it,

but if you don’t mind me 

asking one last favour, 

please let her have that one dance.

make her have the last laugh

one touch;

a long, warm hug, 

or if you think that is too much, just let her hold your hand tight,

very tight

for one more night.

please let her,

because it is enough for her 

to remember

and for me 

to live with.