Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2017 | Page 78

The Bell From You To Me
Delia School of Canada, Mehta, Mridini – 14
My unforgettable friend,
Whose secrets I couldn’t tell,
We were watching the clouds until the days end,
She gave me a pretty bell.
A night later, at Longhua temple, I was waiting,
I stayed for what felt like a lifetime,
Tears dripping, I cycled to my house of concrete,
I remember cutting up her picture with a rusty carving knife.
Back then, it was dull and dim,
Back then, rows of cycles covered the bumpy streets,
Now, it’s bright with yellow lights to the brim,
Now, new sleek cars whirl by, seated with elites.
Many summers later,
I still have the bell she gave me,
I used to think of her as a traitor,
I miss her and I hope she lives a life that is carefree.