The Shape of Love

One by one you left
You, then you

Now, on this cold early hour
Of the morning memories
I translate everything you were
Into everything you meant

I should not live in the past, they say
I should move on, they say
“Get a life you mean,” I sigh

Like a double sash round my waist
I encode what they say to me
I decode what you mean to me

Being an adult is a long
Arduous marriage to life
And a long arduous affair with Death

One more from the vault, slightly cleaned up but not too much, because dust too, is a memory.

Raj Karamchedu