I don’t know how it started
Was it the sand? Was it the splash of a wave?
Was it a whisper of malice?
Would we later condemn
Each other as devious fools?
Maybe it was the startlingly clear night sky
Or the sudden drop of temperature
And the huddling around the campfire;
What was it that you said?
We have moved around in different circles
And exchanged half-hearted words before
And now, you were estranged from them;
Some disagreement? (I would never know)
In the dark, I learnt to sing
In the shore, I learnt to conquer
My fear of the water and the night
And so we rambled on,
Little realizing how far we had
Deviated from our course.
We would find our separate way back
And the consciousness of it
Hurt so much more.
We would go back to school,
Go back to our so-called friends.
We would never so much as
Sit together again.
You’d join in the incessant chatter
About boys and gala events,
I would recede into my world of books.
Perhaps when we pass
The split second when our eyes meet
We will remember that by the campfire
We sat down and chartered our dreams,
And leave to speculation
How much more we could be.