goodbyes that extended into
years that
had become a vicious
cycle of remebrance
and vehement nods, yours was
described as a mind with gaping
black spots, with some
shadows of anecdotes, mostly
a blotched canvas of
confusions
you were dapper, with
wit and a sarcasm to your tongue
then also articulate, now your eyes brightened
rare in moments, that drew us closer
to our own knots and balls
of gloom, fearful of
the midnight zone
you embraced, life for her
became an exploration of disguises, attempted only
in hope of finding the key
to your connections and
piecing the puzzle you had
become
walking your silence,with you
was her
a rock, telling you some truths
and many lies, so you could offer
your charm, and your now rare
fond waning smile
evaporating into a blend
of medicinal pallor and herbal oils
those became the only
interaction with the fabric of your being
threadbare emotions
in pleading eyes, guilt
often shadowing over the pain of
caregiving, edged and frayed
vacant enough to repeat each day, a
new reason for a goodbye
memories
movies
jokes
tastebuds
years
little by little
you moved into the shifting
sands of your own brain, until
there was no breaking through to
the outside, and you stayed
at the edge, with her by your
side, counting her blessings
NaPoWriMo 2018
Line breaks
جان بی جمال جانان میل جهان ندارد
Raindrops on roses
