Reaching out and yet remaining,
Just outside where my world begins,
Never stepping in,
Never actually stepping away either.
...
Weaving dreams
out of stuff I could not share,
Aspiring to fly to places of no return.
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The twinkle of your eyes when you huddle close
Still fighting with yourself
Whether a hug would be too much
A pat too less,
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If I were to count the hours we spent together
Once sunny silences replaced idle chatter
Time would give way to timelessness
I would have to borrow another lifetime.
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The smell of parting
Hung heavy all around.
A liner
Portholes full of strange faces.
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He knows me from my other life
From the days in which I walked back home with him.
Those days were wild
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I close my eyes,
As this journey ends.
I know this path well
I know where it ends.
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Three women walked into the night
Steadily towards their hostel-gates.
Five wait with me at the crossroads
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Have you heard the incessant clatter
Of steel wheels on steel tracks?
I wish my life too
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