moving on

 

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you are lost, as i lost
in your loss.

the seas of time have come ashore,
flooding and taking away all that
remains —

you were once there, drinking
the moon wine (it is you who
brought me the white for a late
dinner), and addled potions of
a lone star at my lone window,

it’s at the end, that it all began,
the turbulence of words (said
and unsaid) created voids, built
of a few nights’ fantasized storms,

you made me see the fire-glass
that only showed your visage,
your eyes growing pit-wise, you,
yours only – form and facsimile –

and i knew that i did not have to
leave, because you were not there,
never meant to be, and so it was —

a singular bulb fuse that flickered
out, into the emptiness of the room.

~

© Anmol Arora 2018

More of a frustration than a heartbreak — For dVerse Poetics
Also linking it up with The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads

And I somehow found something to go with it. Ha! Image source (Light Headed 3 by Leah Saulnier)

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A Mad Tale of a Crying Bunny

“I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date!”

“Not again, my dear bunny, you are now grown up. You must become responsible now,” his mother chided him.

“Sorry mom, I can’t have breakfast. I need to go” He hurried away from the earthy house.

“Son…” her mother called but he was not to be stopped and thereby, he leaped over the rain puddles, and crouched below the fences, and went away to where he was meant to be.

And he reached the destination, where was waiting the most sensual cow he had ever seen. He shivered from within fantasizing and sniffed over his arms, so as to check if his perfume was working.  Stylish, as he was, he went towards her and said in a sexy voice, “Sorry Madame, I am late.”

“Moo.”

“Sorry!?” he asked puzzled.

“Moo.”

“What, you do not like me. You haven’t even talked to me. And you liked me on that dating website.” And he broke into tears.

“Moo,” the cow echoed her opinion and left him wetting his whiskers and looking at her with a glum expression.

* For Wednesday Short Story Prompt.