Not here

I’m not in these pages

It’s a relief actually

No search can reveal where I’m hidden

No quest can lead to me

I’m not in your world

For there is no place for me

In your dailyness and checklists

I no longer need to be

I’m not in your memories

Oh, how I feel free!

Not trapped in your ideas

Or in your desires of me

I’m not, I’m not, no more now

I only belong to me

Again

Again and again. 

In the streets that have no name

we walk past the bougainvilleas.

The conversations in our eyes, the same that led us here

to this year, to now.

Our hands in a warm embrace like that very first day

when the silent stars saw me whisper your name.

The silence breathes of that familiar restlessness

that would perhaps lead to a kiss,

 just like this.

And under that same ancient sky

together, you and I

fall in love.

Again and again and again.

shards of stars

rain

in my dreams

when you

touch

the dewdrop

on my cheeks

I soar, now, i fly

shards of stars

pierce

my dreams

when I

watch

the dew drop

on your cheek

I sink, now, i die

Naught

I'll be tearing those pages today, the poems,

I'd like to tear all the words too

shred each one carefully, until

all the letters, are divided

formless, wordless, less,

till no memory

exists in them

no evidence 

of emotion 

or motion

till, stilled

they are

and they

no more

are.