From where it never ended

First meetings, naughty greetings,
Laughing eyes, speaking fingers,
To evening hues, the dark hours
It’s morning before I blink my eyes.

That magical night, I think
Our shadows live on.
The night lived in uneven tides
Only on my way home 
I realise.

We tried, we really did 
Through gadgets and toys
We chat see – be
It wasn’t to be.

One day you will be here,
I would be too.
Our bodies bearing sands and salts 
From strange arms and lands. 

Then will we 
Burden our toes with memories 
Or wipe our soles and begin afresh 
From where it never ended.

Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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