” Sweet thing, soft thing,
A Girl who used to believe
that lightning is a flash of the Almighty’s huge camera.
A Girl who used to forgive
over a single chocolate bar.
A Girl who cried incessantly
over silly, stupid movies.
A Girl who slid so hard into home base,
that she knocked the wind out of herself !
Why don’t you want to come home anymore?
Why do you keep triple checking the locks on your doors?
When did it get so easy to be hard?
To put the phone down
without texting back?
To throw in apologies
and walk away,
from whatever might grow from them? ”
– Haiqa Nowsheen