Oct 8, 2014


It's been such a long time since I wrote, but an amazing friend here in India and I have recently connected on the topic, and he's pushed me to get back into it. Sharing this on the only space I feel comfortable doing so. 


"Last seen today at 19:43"— how damning,
Because it is now a minute past eight p.m.
And I know you’ve read my messages;
The double-ticks gave you away, duuuude.

How did we get swept up in this irrepressible
Tidal wave of emotion, texting, endless
Hoping, waiting, coming and
Going. —I think that’s where this is

Headed...not so much torn asunder as 
Gently separated, not unlike what 
Happens when you add the best, darkly viscous 
Balsamic to a lovely clear green 

Olive oil. —It's now five past, and I'm
Hungry. What for though, seems to be 
A separate inquiry. I can barely process
The nth World Cup heartbreak I suffered last

Night. In the sunlight things always look
Different, clearer, almost--
And I went away so

You wouldn't hear a thing. 

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