I dont write
to hear applause
There is no applause.
I dont write
to hear my voice
My voice has been
quieted
near silent I now sit
I write for her
whose life
whose every day
whose every minute
whose every breath
is suffused
with pain
I write for him
Whose every heartbeat
is hollow
a heart that continuously
empties
that cant fill
I write for us
The hull of a submarine
couldnt withstand this
pressure
that threatens
to buckle
me, you
I write because I remember
you
I remember –
was it a dream –
walking on the beach
the ice-cold water
lapping at our ankles
taking your hand
warm in the cold
I write…..
I write…..
To speak of the
agony
of having been
once
in heaven.
Now cast out.
Was it a dream ?
3 April, 2013
