No, I dont want to see that your child has just been born
That this is your first family selfie —the only one before you untie the knot
I dont want to see pictures of your honeymoon
And that diamond ring which will be enshrined in your tomb.
That first kiss you stole from her, the first crush
A glance, that feeling
Let that stay with you—
For you, and, only you, for when you are heartbroken and aground
I dont want your face popping up on my timeline
So, I see you are more missed in death than in life
For, when your life unravels in front of mine
Dipping in and out in real-time
It’s confusing and then…
When we meet
We dont really have anything to speak
For I know everything about you,
Even what your family mishaps look like.
And while I too fall prey to it too many a time
I want to try and hold onto my sacred space, from now on
And not share.
Yet, I can’t not…