why am I more afraid of losing you than I am of losing myself?

if I am not there in your gathering,
there is no sadness,
there is no sadness..
stories of ours, of our closeness,
aren't less,
they are plenty.
I have turned
my mornings into evenings sitting in your courtyard.
[that is I have so many times passed my time there.]

I knew long ago my mind was too delusional,
To the point of forgetting it was just an illusion.
I kept deceiving myself with empty dreams,
And broken promises kept on piling up once again.
I am slipping between a scarce chance and stability,
I forget uselessness of my desires since the sun is never on my side,
I am friends with nights full of insomnia and sleeplessness.


Run, I run into branches of the sunny wires,
Tumble and kneel to whatever catch my eyes,
I mark them as godly, pray for wellbeing,
Afraid to allow a human touch.
I don't have sorrows yet to eat me inside.

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When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)