Simple shit - 1
UPON RETURN
She is here again.
19 years since the day she first visited this area - crowded neighbourhood, dust, construction, dance and dosas.
Now still crowded, dust, more construction+traffic, also more dance.
Also, more dosas.
You leave a 'thank you' too long and it becomes unsayable.
Intention
Intention
Intention to say it this time.
You leave a 'sorry' too long and it becomes unretrievable.
Pick up the phone
Ring the doorbell
Write the email. Better still, write the letter.
Send that gift....
Stop.
Slow down so love can do her thing.
Take all that burning and churning and walk into the night. Let the night kiss us on our foreheads.
Her cold, dark, starry breath sending us through the portal to our dream country.
She says vehemently - "I do not dream"
Then a message notification beeps and this little attempt at a poem ends.
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