HICCUPS

"HICCUPS"

A seven-letter word

It starts, it ends.

Like pressure shoving up my throat

Air making its place.

But this diaphragmatic spasm reminds me of something, or perhaps someone.

 

I remember you telling me

 "HICCUPS ARE UNUTTERED WORDS YELLING TO BE SET FREE" 

 

And as I wander down memory lane, I see those coal-smudged eyes, probably too shy to say anything.

Your perfect black hair making love with the breeze.

Your silence, whispering something with perfect clarity.

A different shade of mesmerising anatomy.

That Hissing Sound of breath... yeah! That's exactly where the reel of my memory stops.

 

And here I am absolutely dying to make this ugly sound from my throat.

I know I could digest it with water.

Or maybe have a mouthful of sugar.

But I am not going to do that.

Instead, I would swallow this spasm.

To live within

Until you cease remembering me.