Moving my things
out of this room
with pink wallpaper,
I see the pieces of cello tape
stuck on the wall
that once held our picture
from a November night street stroll.

One half of the cello tape
not ready to leave the wall,
the other half - pink,
with no adhesive power at all,
rattling in the air
thrown by the drowsy fan.

I know it'll remind you too of us.

Maybe it's time
to rip the cello tape
off the wall.

We couldn't be in love together.
Let's be free together,
shall we?

- Swarup