To Weirdo, with love

The door opened.
A dusty breeze kissed my cheek.
 It was you in various forms.
Littered among the yellowed restaurant bills.
Stained in the several kohl-smudged tissues
That has now become a part of my wardrobe!
You mingle in the unwashed clothes
Your touch grazes my forgotten wound.
I still stare at the scar down my left knee
 It was during those days of wild-goose-chase
You were my partner.
You were the one who uncorked the mock champagne
When I landed a job.
You ogled the chick, who was my room-mate.
You borrowed my XL T-shirt
And slept in it for years.
I was your wake-up call after those waste parties.
My crushes were your projects.
 You counted my break-ups.
All those boozy nights
When I cried over your shoulders
You were my pill and pillow.
Back-slapping, nonsensical days…
Those long-drives and sudden mood swings.
When you cried and refused meals
I suddenly did not enjoy the chicken drumstick.
You-a habit?
You-a friend?
You-a phenomenon-I can’t explain!

Rain-washed afternoons, I walk alone.
You are not here.
And it doesn’t exactly feel okay
I realize I need you to be with me
In my scary nightmares, incredible dreams
Half-cooked chicken and melted rice
I want you to see how I dance
Just when the rainbow kisses the horizon
I want to hear you snoring slow
Poking your tummy I want you to know
I’m there. I grow with you around me.
Life is one roller coaster. That does go on
But with you in the side seat it comes alive.
Here’s to that partnership that can create and recreate
World records of weirdness.
Remain a world-monger…
 Just two words
 Be Mine.