I suppose it was on the Monday after the storm,
That I realised you were important to me.
Like little waves lapping your feet at the shore,
The realisation lapped around my heart,
Till the rhythm was attuned to my heartbeat.
And I drew comfort from it.
The sun was shining brightly that day-
The kind of brilliance with which it seems to shine
When you are either hungover or in love.
I was hungover on euphoria-
The euphoria of the Eureka moment.
The reflection was disputed
By a drop of rain.
The clouds seem to cry for you
When you cannot cry for yourself.
Or when you are amongst strangers,
On a train, moving away.
Like I was.
I will probably always wonder whether
I’d ever been important to you too.