3:00 a.m. Whispers
Remember those days?
Those days;
When we would dance past midnight.
Those empty streets,
Bathing in moonlight.
Those days;
When we’d sneak into the kitchen late at night.
Tranquil silence,
Whispers weaving through the quiet.
But now, as the stillness wraps,
Oh boy!
Do the moments whisp-
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Remember those days?
Those days;
When we’d lay underneath the sun,
Our voices consuming the silence,
But now, as the stillness wraps,
Oh boy!
Do the moments whisper,
“It isn’t time that’s passing by,
’tis you and I…”
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Writer’s Description-
‘3:00 a.m. Whispers’ is my recollection of some of my fondest memories from sleepovers with my childhood best-friend. It is inspired by Ruskin Bond’s poem — ‘It Isn’t Time That’s Passing’ — and even includes a direct quote in the last two lines. The poem talks about the ache which comes with distance, not loss. It captures the pain of growing up and how that leads to growing apart from versions of people, and our own selves, that once felt forever. It perfectly hides the longing to revisit the past and the bargaining that follows.The repetition in the poem mimics how memory starts to loop and feels impossible to move on from.
