An Almirah-full of Love

Jumble, jumble, my heart is tumbling
over the slants of your
shoulder. Your nape is fragrant.
Let me kiss you, rose bud.
I am no one without you.
Without a metaphor,
a greedy monster. Will you reconcile
with me- won’t you, soft petal?

Even though it’s time to be separate-
a clarion call has come
to be evenly strong.
Without me, an individual. I am a reactionary,
not strong,
not wish to be. Without you- aloof, bitter,
violent. You are remedy. My life’s cliche.
I abhor you, darling, I love you so much.

Then, another separation, death.
The departure of you
from myself and I
from you. A vacancy remains not for there
will be new loves. Will they remember us?
Or, say, it will not matter, who loves whom, and how
our hearts were broken in a fickle way.
Forgetting is an almirah of loss and regret.

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