Remember me, will you?

Some day when you finally give up on love or life, someday when sorrow deceives your heart,
Someday when pain unleashes hell on you,
Remember me, will you?
You don't remember me, you needn't anyway
The scented jasmine that you smell in traffic signals adorns my plaited hair
The odd clink of my bangles makes your wife's face twitch in disdain,
I see it all, I know it all
I am no one's love but I carry your reminiscence in my protruded belly
I could have chose to end it but how could I forsake a forsaken being.
For the first time I would have someone to call mine, only mine.
You chose me when life stabbed you , now when my ribs crack each night, I don't even have your lurking shadow
Someday, somewhere in life I want you to know it all,
How I died each night under creased bedsheets
How my soul which you had taught to love was long bruised and smashed
I wish we cross paths when you would never know the stranger you met could have been your child.
That day, that very day I would have my laugh,
I would twitch my face
That very day I know you would remember it all.

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