my childhood was more than memories
my alarm clock vibrates like bumble bees buzzing
as they flap their wings.
it's 3 AM,
but the crayons are melting like childhood memories
upon our windowsill
as if it was the last day of summer.
and your words-
my words faded away like books left lost and hidden beneath soft rain
with a thousand stories left unsaid
but tonight,
the curtained clouds that soaked up the puddle of tears
are weeping
and pouring
out a call to autumn.
someday,
you will love how you chased lilac dreams
as if they were butterflies
and perhaps the tears you kept away in marmalade jars
age, too.
Laiba Yousuf is a 13-year-old South Asian. She has been writing for about an year now, her works are often inspired by nature, life lessons and experiences. Outside of poetry, she enjoys reading and art.