Jumble, jumble, my heart is tumbling
over the slants of your
shoulder. Your nape is fragrant.
Let me kiss you, rose bud.
I am no one without you.
Without a metaphor,
a greedy monster. Will you reconcile
with me, soft petal?
Then it’s time to be separate-
a clarion call has come
to be evenly strong-
without me- an individual. I am a reactionary,
not strong-
not wish to be. Without you- aloof, bitter,
violent. You are remedy. My life’s cliche.
I abhor you, darling, I love you so much!
For another separation: death.
The departure of you
from myself and I
from you. A vacancy remains not,
there’ll be new loves. Will they remember us?
Or, say, it won’t matter, who loves whom?
How our hearts got broken in fickle ways?
Forgetting is an almirah of loss and regret.
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