you are lost, as i lost
in your loss.
the seas of time have come ashore,
flooding and taking away all that
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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