Dusktime

Dusktime in my dark visibility -
the shades are drawn, with a hint
of yellow lamplight beyond -
a mild smoldering fire as
my eyelight looks for you -
sees but the cap of the glass bottle of
yesterday's wine - as if poised ridiculously
in mid air - a word that i let out
and you were not mindful to catch...
And a trace of black on my 
white bedsheet night - a strand of your hair
as fingers once ran thru them -
when you were...
when you were...
fingers that we met at  -
a blisteringly tender touch -
that cauterized wounds and we slowly healed -
And we almost forgot to see
when amnesia seeped in....

~ Shombuddho ~

 

 

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