LONELY TOGETHER

So here we are, here again -
strangers in the dark..
wondering, where down the line,
where we lost the spark.

Another day, more restless gabbing,
but no communication -
parched. till wordless night brings
an "awkward" situation.

Hungry fingers, lifeless hungry fingers
grapple, fumble, grope -
and the only thought which lingers
is surely not of hope.

Fingers which knew how to touch,
to caress and not to steal -
have lost their magic, lost much,
lost what it is to feel.

When we have lost to count -
count fingers for blessings
When only losses are tantamount
the numbness it brings.

And the you is you, and the me is me -
as it was ages before..
we saw too much, lost the eyes to see,
that we aren't blind no more.

Shombuddho

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