Light years away I can smell
the stardust falling from your lashes
and the crack in your voice that I have heard
so many times before 2 am
is more familiar than my shower floor.
I want reach into space
and slip my fingers into the depths of the Atlantic
where I know they won't get dirty
because you hate when I am a mess
Even though I can never see your bedroom floor
through the years you're endlessly packing away,
promising me you're running away tomorrow,
a lie you have kept since the day I met you.
Are you okay
a question so many times the cue
for goodnight
or an invitation for silence to interrupt
the sound of your breath.
Tonight, I don't deserve a goodnight
only the summery aroma of silence,
Enough to rock us to sleep
like the ocean waves under a canvas of a galaxy
which I am not sure is my home anymore
and in this moment I know
our ships passed too late in the night
for one of them to change course.
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Poetry and All Things Alike
कविताpoetry, short stories and a collection of everything else. these are the ongoing thoughts that run through my brain day by day, and a measure of life and what I know of it. everything on here is original work by me.
