Wednesday, January 31, 2018

At home


We were at home, you in your sky blue shirt,
With chocolate stains from my hungry fingers,
Your cheeks smudged with my new lipstick,
When the story ended rather abruptly for us.

Instead what I saw in the place was a durbar
Among countless dancers and a huge crowd
Who were screaming praises of our names
Your eyes on me, your lovely demure queen. 

We climbed the ancient steps to the palace
Dressed in all regalia, very sure of each other;
Then this fragment from the last day I saw you,
Two broken pieces were put together for a while

A glimpse of an old home, a place of no return
With a strange wonder, I feel like being at home.

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