special guest blogger Divyavibha Sharma

to you, who is exempt from death

 

I think always

of the power that made me

say the last no I said to you.

of the courage sudden and born in me

to push those words out.

I think always,

of how it would be,

if we stayed close enough to touch

but not kiss,

to discover what we loved

and hated before we separated.

I wish in the whiteness of your room,

I found a space next to you,

just by your side

to see the world

the way you saw it.

I wish we could be people who loved

instead of trying to be the ones

in love

 

I wish we helped each other

as much as we help those around us.

what is it about us that makes us, us?