Step right in great to see you it's been so long sorry I haven't cleaned up since you left how have you been I've been thinking about you let me make some coffee you must promise you'll never leave me again dear morning.
i'm not sure what to do with all the distance it's been months that have felt like years i can remember when you came into my life in the winter and I can remember when you left in the summer arrival and departure the distinct difference between the two i'm only at the thin line of division the way my emotions don't add up like miscalculated algebra all to your advantage i kept your love letter the letter where you plagiarized a novel because i wasn't good enough for your own words that was my only closure i wanted desperately to burn the stuffed bears from the carnival i could only part with one when i hold it close to me i feel like how a child would expecting prizes only in fabric and cotton stuffing not words of affirmation or love i almost drove by your house but i knew i would only go mad thinking of who has been touching your new furniture that i helped pick out leaving their fingerprints in place of mine i miss my t-shirts that you still have i hope when and if you wear them you can feel me close my heart beating where yours is sometimes i feel like i miss you enough for you to show up as if my pain could teleport the craving of a complete closure one where i don't need liquor or a lighter others bring up your name as if i'm not in the process of misplacing the letters or dismissing the syllables i've been trying to forget your face your face of sharp bones flaring nostrils and nostalgic lips
i've been trying to imagine if that night would have never happened when that veteran couldn't take himself anymore he chose you to be his last interaction it was all in hints he was screaming for help without making a sound how were we supposed to know i still wonder where that blue jay is that he buried behind the building i just couldn't bare to see it now i wish i made a map X marks the spot where our love died i remember when you had to bury your own blue jay you never saw it coming you took the wrong step and it was under your foot just like he said his bluejay was fidgeting and fighting for life i'd like to think it was a sign from him to let you know it's possible to move on and forward so you did you moved on to scabbed skin and worn-out lungs i moved on to scholarly headaches and false pretenses back then i could never fathom my days without you now i find it difficult to recall how we were it feels like our romance was a dream because it only felt real when i was asleep
Rises A great ghost! As my grandpa Called it! The broken ghost Like the Dullness Of black pottery Are it's weights! O there the puffs Of mighty Nature blow O I wonder What is next! I feel flowing With the wind In a moment Drops pour Torrentially Till they satiate me O it takes Just a few moments! O it arrives! This is my Kalbaisakhi
Local rainfall at the arrival of summer in eastern India! Really scintillating!
Me encontré en un amplio blanco Esquinas inalcanzables Ropa sucia, pies dezcalsos Vuela con las aves Sin volver, velo del descanso
Las paredes que aprisionan Al culpable desauciado Humilladas sean por una persona Que al quebrarte en llanto Allí te deja, abarrotado.
Regresando a la idea Que para aquel condenado Algún día cesará la pena Mientras que aquí abajo Nada parece quitar éstas cadenas
Inesperadamente sale a escena
Se aparece sonriente Dos focos que incandilan Compasiva y paciente Ansiado regreso a mi vida Cascada en fuente A chorros derrocho alegría Acompañado descanso tiernamente "Oh dios-suplico-hasta el último día"