Utopia

Dear Me, I understand what you are going through.  I saw it happen, all of it.  I was right there, all through it. So dear one, you don’t have to tell me All that you have to try and explain To anyone who would care to listen. I was born the day you were born Yes, we both don’t remember that day But I remember the past, as far as you do. I would smile, beam with joy When you were praised, applauded I beamed at the world, when it recognised you. I tried to tell you how proud I was When you had worked so hard, done so well When nobody else realised, nobody else cared. I understand why that exam didn’t go well I know those words that had stayed in your head I understand why you lost your temper when you did. I was there those nights when you were lying awake You curled up in bed and I hugged you tight Each time, I began- “It will be alright.” I understood your tears, I wiped them for you I let some roll down into the pillow t

Elena’s hair had been combed and she had been put to bed in her sleeping gown. It was unclear at this moment if this happened for real or it was so deeply embedded in a guilty mind that it taken the shape of reality. However, Elena was nowhere to be found. The little girl had looked everywhere in the house but Elena wasn’t there. Her mother and father suggested places where Elena could be but the little girl had already searched those particular places a number of times. Elena wasn’t where she was supposed to be & she wasn’t even anywhere else. Tears sparkled in the eyes of an eight year old girl as she stood looking at an unoccupied bed. She had earlier not wanted to waste time crying but now there seemed to be nothing else to do. The tears rolled down her cheeks, the sobs made their way in her breath and eventually, her cries had brought her parents. They scanned the cupboard & lifted objects around the room but everybody knew Elena wasn’t there. “We will get you another dol