Don’t think that I’d be able to see others
while I have you
still being reflected in the scattered fragments
of my past.
First it is you,
and then there is your mirage
that blurs all else.
It is a feeling,
a mere notion
that life could be possible
on its own
and I am walking toward it
with a million hopes
mounted on my shoulders.
You could be among the dead
or you could be among the living.
The possibility of it,
the persistence of it
will not erase the distance
I’ve covered alone
and in my eagerness
to sheathe our memories
I fall beneath the grace of my principles
much so often.
Yet I’ve carried on
with no illusions,
with no fiction
and perhaps it is in my bidding
to endure my gains and my losses
alone,
until I reach my final destination.
I have you and I have nothing else.
Or so it feels,
or so it feels.
8th August 2011
