We see so little of each other, the days
between seem like decades,
as if memories were already more
than what we could still build.
Every day
I see the photograph you clicked of me
in Chandipur, with the wind in my hair
and my arms hugging the sky, the sea
behind me like an endless possibility,
and I know it was fortune I was embracing,
to be out in the sea with you.
Maybe today
I will drop by unannounced and sleepover,
and the morning after, we will hit the highway.
We will not stand at the altar of any god,
begging for ordinary days of togetherness,
as we would rediscover each other
's stories of familiar days, and revel
in the gravelly cadences of our voices.
We'll know how unknowingly we live
full days, but let our lives grow empty.
We'll know how unknowingly we live full days,
but let our lives grow empty.
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