RELATIONSHIP Poem, by Sehaj Dhingra

Save me an orange
save me an orange, or just a slice
so that I can proceed to ask you in an aloof manner if you’re saving it for someone
and when you say that I could have it
I rush to sit by your side just to ask you how your day went
completely forgetting about the orange in a second
i sometimes wonder if it would have been an apple
I don’t like those but you so much do
or if you wouldn’t have helped me up on the first day of kindergarten and held my hand till we reached class because I was afraid
Afraid to leave my mother and say goodbye to my sister even for a short period of time
I wonder if we would still be friends
if I could get back the same person to save me an orange like you used to everyday at lunch because it was tradition
if we would still talk everyday
if our conversations wouldn’t have turned into head nods
if we asked how we were in passing or when I bump into you at the grocery store every fortnight

but now I find myself afraid often,
without a hand to hold me back.

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