Reborn

And what does it mean to be reborn?

Eye meeting the eye, fingers entwined

Memories of your past, distinct from mine

Not guilt, not love, not memes even

Carnal desires, common idioms,

Softly whispered names, neatly written

couplets on yesterday's sands;

Forever drenched on nostalgia's shores

Losing sense or becoming aware?

One gives and the other gives too

Who takes? Who takes all that is given;

Rushes back to the shore and dumps it all?

And with a smile, says goodbye, goodbye

I leave with your light, a piece of your heart;

To all those galleries, coffee shops, poems and nooks;

Which I will never go with you,

say goodbye, goodbye.

But then again, in every coffee cup,

your poem, that gallery, each nook lit by

forlorn shadows of the tropical dusk,

I am there. Somewhere, reborn.