A crude moment
Of self-confession,
A fixed star in my sky
With rapid implosions
And a bright flash of lightning -
Collapses and ruptures
From stardust into memories
All at once
Like infinite half-open matchboxes,
Surrounding me in the standstill.
I narrate my story
Trapped, in an unpassing moment-
Time-less;
Space-less
Floating;
One memory to the other.
I narrate this story
My yearning and her zeal,
From a little girl’s room
Witnessing the miracle of her life,
In her youthful passion..
I watch her rise,
Fall,
And rise again;
With hope that she will, for me,
Save the day.
Forever is the word
And this moment, right here -
Is my forever.
What happens now?
It’s gravity -
that keeps pulling me down;
Don’t let go, there never was a plan B
Stay!
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