“This grave is for you”

Saying “this grave is for you” you put me to sleep one night,
Years ago. Erased me from your memory.

Now, when our lost intimacy presses my heart,
I roll up my full sleeves, touch my naked forearms,
Imagining your face, rising from your night,
Into my morning, like a kindred sun we shared once.

I wake up now and then, on the shores of detachment,
Looking back wistfully at the ocean of love I left behind.
Old soul that you are, dear N., may you live deep within it,
Like those creatures in The Abyss.
While I switch on and off the blue lights all over your body,
Saying, “you love me,” and “you love me not.”

Raj Karamchedu