I come back home,
turn the lights on.
Turn them off.
I remember now.
Distinctly.
Dark was our favorite color.
What else could serve
more gratitude for light?
Whatever missed our sight,
May need insight.
I sit at the same place,
I know the exact coordinates.
Once again I am
5 feet away,
from the front door.
trying to console you,
from the very same distance.
I start talking me, silly.
Trying to make a joke work,
like investing in your smile
that I seldom try to shirk.
But as my heart leaps forward
to paint our dreams in a graffiti,
pops my bubble the desperate reality
Ah! What a calamity…!
As long as I pandiculate
now in this half wake…
I realize – all these beautiful things…
the roses on the table,
the distance i crave to cross,
are no real but fable,
a mirage, a mere gloss.
It is
but my own loss.
So I dwindle in subconscious,
debriefing…
What’s the point of staying here?
Should I too be leaving?
Hence, I fall from oblivion,
to wake up at your door.
I slept here all night,
longing for my home…
To come back home…
