Ghost Magenta Poem by Satish Verma

Ghost Magenta



O absent one, I cannot
face the deluge of dots and dashes.
You have become me.

After the last light
I start counting the stars,
where you had disappeared.

Sister to sister grasses
grow. You cannot leave footprints.
Horses split. I peel my fingers.

Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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