Rupam Dutta
There is no cliff, no edge to make us fall
There's only the distance
Between want and abandon
We were always only as close as our last goodbye
It's long; that walk from then to now
The questions remain the same
Only the answers keep changing
Moments collapsing
In all the pretty colors of ecstasy
Unfolding, frantic and impossibly certain
We never say it out loud; how long its been
But we still keep count
And everyday you keep hurting me
In a way
Neither of us fully understand.
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