The agony you foisted on me while holding me against your chest has now faded into nothing more than a heartbreaking memory, but it still resonates in my heart.
If love had only been a transient emotion that we preferred to pass through, would you have pleaded for it to stay? a sign that the hands' touch, which joined your sleepless nights and which you will one day desire to recall, does end up somewhere?
Or perhaps that love had a tangible impact over time and that I represented pieces of yourself that you had forgotten?
Baby, I am also losing my memories. I'm haunted by it. as though losing you was like dropping a milk tooth. Also, admitting that I still need your presence means I do have a special place in my heart for the scars that grace my body.
I slept off with my bare soul snuggled against your skin till the doors crashed open in the stillness as half a passenger was soothed with cheap wine in a deserted train car under some timid remembrance of the journey we had.
I did flinch. The weather was chilly. You held your position until I collected myself. And I lingered. I drew my leather jacket closer since the aftertaste of lethargy was universal chaos in all things.
I didn't know how I got there, so I just stepped out the door. Strangely enough, I had no trouble finding my way back home from that point...
!! अभय !!
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