The day I walked out.

 That day came.

I took the plunge
And walked out of my door,
never to return .

I wanted my life back.
To be able to
Freely board the bus
Go for shopping
Visit neighbours 
and do whatever
I wanted.

I had forgotten it was Sunday
I just wanted to go out.

In a hurry  I took my bag
and bank papers.
I even forgot my favorite-
My phone.


Listlessly 
I continued to walk
traversing 
the tricky pavement
and the shuttered shops
till I reached the crossing.

Something had shifted.
The careful me was gone.

The light  was red.


They say
someone called out,
tried to stop me and
the police waved frantically

I don't remember 

Only a sound-
a car,
too fast,
too close—
and then
air,
impact,
the hard edge of the curb.

When I woke,
I was in a hospital bed.

Outside,
the world continued—
I never stepped  back  into it.

Today,  I am  
Forgotten  and alone.


Something is always missing.
Faces slip away.
Names don’t stay.


Far away from
the  independent me.

But still-

I hold on.