I remember you're gone, still something
reminds me of you, the way music runs
out, you seemed to fall but you'd a silly
laugh in every stance, running behind
every bush, til' I couldn't notice your presence.
But what were those words? It drips fire
Now, I don't remember lilacs and spring.
Neither the voices, weaving, looming
in a rich much, I do see you, I do feel you
when a ghost of chasm grasped my veins,
a twinkling flame in blue eyes, who are you?
perhaps, perhaps I don't know you, I don't
remember your ghost, but the city dissolved
in a sea, I hear thousand screams—
Were you there? Are you there?I walk back on the shoreline, to find out
the truth of symbols, "Wait, wait! Where are you going?"
"I don't know," I mean I don't know how to answer.
He spoke, he spoke but those symbols sound
so foreign now, I shook my head in denials—
I mean, what to say? Sunlight, work, moonlit, pain, sleep again?
I should go back to the place, where the
music plays before you, perhaps, perhaps
I'll see the desperate voices in singing
gloom, or foolish waves in a dancing lure?
But I can't hear you, you can't see me,
perhaps that's the only way we connect,
getting means of no means.
— 18th February, 2024
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