For you,

there will have to be verses
 again.

They are all I have
to concretize
your absence.

at home

my afternoons with mamu are fraught with sounds. buckets, bangles, utensils, punctuated by her cough. i seek so much in these afternoons. much of it is just escape- like it even exists. 

delude

I wake up to images of fresh green tea
while i sip darkdarkcoffee
to keep me awake at 6 am
and chase the ghosts from the night away

i can never fall asleep before morning

SWIG

i take a swirl out of the coffee mug.

i can barely keep my eyes open

Re-cap

to think of
who we became
when we touched
across the ether
in just words
that we built
our hearts on

a walk
a drizzle

there were half-emptied cups
there were unfinished conversations

there was you
who needed sovereignty
and me, who
needed some love

knowing i was loved

i miss
my sunday mornings
of waiting
for you
 to appear online

it's

heavy again
from drenching since last night