I know I am on your mind right now and I will be there on your nerves for a week but I will wait for a month like you waited for our conversation to happen. Everyday you sat on the chair of hope catching sun rays to pour over my balcony when I come to water the abandoned night. While slumbering deep into the ocean of melancholy, you visited my thoughts telling me about fortuities. By chance, one morning we happened to change the direction of our compasses, when you offered me the drink of presumptuous sacrifices and our clocks went backward to the time in the warehouse of pored mirrors which reflected our scars as potholes and we are about to die because we are driving on them. Suddenly, you changed your mind and took my place and forced me to sit on yours. I sat with my legs closed to chest and you bend down burying your face in the hollow abyss of dead metaphors giving birth to handmade artifices. Since that day, there hangs a abstract reflection just infront of my mirror. Whenever I stand, it reflects me but then I remember you as if you are standing behind me looking it through my scars and certainly, it appears to be you. I shake my head in disgust and try to disguise myself in an illusion but then I realized you never touched me, you never ran for me but you always stood in the corner watching me, as unpredictable turn of events taking place in an hourglass and wondered about the hand being yours moving it upside down but each time telling you the same story. #yqbaba #homelesspoet #home #nighttales #incompletepoem #aislesofpoetry #LoveRosie
