Image by fluf from Pixabay

Remember those days
When I’d stare at your hands
Pretending to divine the future,
(our future),

Remember when I’d caress your palm,
smoothing over all the lines,
all the distractions

Remember how real it felt,
Your pulse below my fingertips,
A sharp, yet bleak reminder
that I was falling, falling…

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POETRY

Image by Gaby Stein from Pixabay

The universe beckons me
through your eyes,
blinking slowly

Golden threads pulling me
towards you —
slowly at first,

Urgency locked in magnetically
and I am drawn in
faster and faster

All else disappears
Only the cascading pools of your eyes
are visible to me now

Are they in front…

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Paroma Sen

“Do not go gentle into that good night, but rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”