What Abhinav started.


Original, here.


​I remember morning and streaks

Of dried tears that the night left –
And the fingers I find
Curled around mine
And all semblance of reason left behind.

I remember mumbling a secret
Guarding a dream, fighting my
Breath so I don’t scream –
I remember your lips swallowing all
Sounds that accidentally fall
From my tongue into the twilight.

I remember pain. Glorious pain.
Of turned heads and eyes
That see the strain of you on me
I see rain and I see the light
And my sins forgiven each night –

I remember once again to smile.