Somebody I used to know

We met on the first day of school, do you remember? We sat together, reading our A’s and B’s – you, with your mischievous smile and I, with my perennially cropped hair.

We became friends; it was prosaic in its inevitability.

I didn’t get you. We now had a love-hate relationship.

We stopped talking. We were indifferent to each other.

We moved on. If I remembered school, it was only to laugh at how utterly innocent and wide-eyed I was.

You emailed me some days ago, speaking about the best days of your life. Learning your A’s and B’s next to me.

You were somebody I used to know.


We were sitting together in companionable silence. 

I’d squeezed your hand and said, “I am glad to know you.” You smiled that usual heart-stopping smile, squeezed my hand and said, “Ditto, sweetheart.”

We were sitting together in comfortable silence. I was idly flipping through the TV channels. You were cutting your nails into the dustbin.

There was silence and the yearning distance. 

You were somebody I used to know.


I was reading your old blogs. I was tracing my fingers on old photographs and wondering…

I looked into the mirror and whispered,

“You were somebody I used to know”


[Inspired by my newest ear-worm, Somebody I used to know, by Gotye – featuring Kimbra. I must have listened to this song on loop 50 times this weekend.]


About Shrutz

More laughs than a barrelful of monkeys!

Posted on April 23, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Heart-stopping smile? … erm.. ok, granted😛

    Good post Shrutz🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: