to Ruby,

Ruby, I wanted to write to you because I found you on the lawn today.

I was wearing red, 

You were tired and it was evident that we barely slept.

I wonder if the same squirrel that stole our food was the one that scratched me today.

Change is innate for Hudson Lane;

That old bar, Judge and Jury, wooden interiors and stained glass doors, was closed down the other day.

From a certain angle, you can still make out the J and at the cusp of dusk, you can find two unsure girls making use of the 50% sale.

Love sure is different now for the both of us; who knew it could be so tragic?

The other day, I saw us leaving that posh cafe - do you remember?

I got an Americano as always, and then paid for your latte.

I wanted to stop them and tell them they would be okay

but then you wouldn't be Ruby 

and I wouldn't be this awful poet 

and as we know, the pain we knew then would soften the pain we now know.

I wonder if you're watching me right now Ruby. 

I wonder if it might be alright to break the pattern and tell me that things turn out fine.

Even if it might be a lie, even if I'm gone or we're no longer,

Ruby, can you see as you watch me -

I am breaking at the seams, will you hold onto whatever spills out of me?

Well, regardless, you must know

I love you dearly dearly dearly

and I will continue to find you across Delhi and meet you in all the corners we laughed and cried in.