SABRINA SAMREEN

We must have grown pretty close, Since you’ve given me access to the refrigerator.

Your calls have become redundant now.

The old widow left behind a myriad of legacy,

I must learn to make small talk, For the world goes that way,

Yes, you. The guy on the corner seat, second row, left side. The one beside the curly haired girl who laughs hysterically at the silliest joke in class.