Let whatever is gone be bygone
If it is deeply personal
Shut up your sorrow in the deep recesses of your psyche
And shine your teeth or gums on
You’re a modern man, a nobody,
Your losses don’t matter to none
Except the one that is yourself
So, let bygones be bygones
“There’re losses bigger than yours
And there will be” … so on
Only, you know those moments of Freudian slip
As well as that trauma called sleep
When ghosts wake up from layers and layers of darkness
That unknown territory
Where you’re a king, a joker, and a thief
All at the same time
There, only there, the dance is
And there your every loss counts
Every drop of unshed tear burns like a ball of fire
And pregnant with loads of meaning.
Last modified: Thursday, 12 August 2021, 1:36 PM
