Every ray of hope shining through another window
That hole into which I shed this burden of light
Of wanting to live, to know and to see
You will be that pain which I want to
Find again and again in scabs of memories
Ripping through these mounds of unhealed
moments, those concrete mountains of lust
Deeper and deeper I dig for some meaning
It must have been as it was meant to be
He must have left as he needed to find himself
I must have been harsher than I ever wanted to
They must have meant what they never said
One day from another day, I know
No difference, anymore. Just as though
I still hold your fingers in my palm
Looking through the window into gushing
Monsoons of the past
Those days which will never be back, those nights
Which will never forget
You will be the kaleidoscope that failed to
Lure your future into our past
And yet a yellow scarf lies somewhere
Still, untouched, unripped
You will be the hand that brushed it aside
And walked out into your wide fields of joy
Closing in on me, my black hole, my love
One atom at a time, all of world’s windows.
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