Memories in brick
I have stacked sweet and bitter memories as bricks
At brin of shifting courage at last,
Looked deeply within
Fidgety beyond the mist
Jittery soul in rage.
But the bricks refuse to come out
My patience dissipating
Like water from the jade meadows by morning sun
A gentle kiss, and turns into vapour.
Your absence feels !
So very deeply, aching my soul,
I’m drowning.
Holding onto the oar to sail to the shore
You are drifting away.
I guess I will have to swim my way!
12/Oct/2022
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