Traces Of Worth Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

Why am I on this grass
as if to remind
why the blue should fill up the pool
so that water loses
a worth of something it could have been

My whiteness in being me
Could be from this grass

You are not lost because I found you
living in the space I emptied

If there was a dawn without the sun
the traces of worth would have shined regardless
not light seeking light
but darkness losing a worth it could have been

The whisper, the only kiss I bore
all these years, stunning me
no matter the miles, or our count of anything
chance, got us worthy