Love Is A Figment Of Time's Imagination Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Love Is A Figment Of Time's Imagination



Love does not exist outside time
And I as part of love's gruesome twosome do not exist out of the time we are in love, the before and any sad after

Two weeks is enough to strip you of any illusions
That here in love is solid like terra firma
Place your feet on it, it supports your weight

But the moment is more like a gaseous body
A mirage in an otherwise barren desert
You fall through and keep falling
Through life's lonely places in a rush or at a slowed down pace

Love exists the time you are in it
And this time only exists for the space it's allowed to run, the yard is long and the tether is loose

Moment is a word we can't say out loud
Because to recognize the moment is to limit its lifespan
Speak the word out loud and watch the moment disappear

The moment dies and love ceases to exist
But love doesn't vanish like a magician's assistant in a curtained box
Rather it goes out the way a campfire is extinguished when a bucket of water is poured on it - messy, loud rush of steam and the crack of embers

Saturday, February 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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