Light Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

I want to build the day
that flanked us on the path to sublimity.

This shrine will be walled with reflections in candle
and I will call out to you
as I did back then,
when even your nearness could not be masked by the dark.

I know that I am far,
but I remember you reading my skin
while studying the window,
and your gift of laughter

and my writing and waiting
for new cracks in the walls to sing
or the foggy call of twilight
at the edge of reasons.

I want to hold the chill of that day
and remember the sudden closing of sun
where rough concrete gnawed at the curtains
and sent us back to the small time of us
where we slept
under a pile of blankets.