From the Archive

Poetry in mind

Without me 

There is comfort in the warmth of the salt

That once stained my face forcing my eyes to close 

Starved of breathing in, what I once let ln 

No longer allowing you to impose

Even if I still crave you

Every breath of you

In every moonlit view

I know I have to let go of things that are connected to you

But try telling that to the water that drenches my skin

Every haunting night 

Leaving droplets of you, that swirls through your water supply

Into mine

That leaves me wanting more of  you

Leaves me wanting to lay for hours under the water 

That I know travels in ways I never could 

In a language that I never understood 

Your lips never spoke your secrets 

But your eyes always did 

What you thought you kept hid

Always found a way to liquidise into my soul

Beyond my blood, way beyond my bones 

Every fragment of me, manifested into us 

Into this love that I had little or no control of

Yet the seasons of you, consumed me 

I could only blossom in your forest 

But the wind uprooted me 

It changed direction, pushing me on a path I didn’t want to be 

And now I’m in this life and you’re in that life without me 

Even the sky paints your name, and wind screams that you’re gone 

The breaking of dawn grieves for your light as much as I 

And we mourn your existence, because goodbye really was goodbye 

Sharena lee Satti 


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