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Balachandran V
You said you loved me.
Show me a sign.
A smear off your lips
A smudge of your tears
A smell of your scent
A stain of blood from your heart
On these pages of my life –
That you shredded with your scalpel…
slowly
the eye scans the page
the heart
beats steadily
while the mind winces in
in infinitesimal
spasms of
almost pre-natal pleasure
down in the street
it is divided
into three parts:
sidewalk, street proper,
sidewalk, large things
of equally inelastic matter
on either side
these, inhabited
alpha & omega
beginnings without
an end
meeting you was a blur of
colour
for i was young then
but it will always come to
an end
my heart will sew itself
up and beat, once more
as the saying goes, "first
loves never last"
for what matters are
the loves you treasure after
you will never read this
but if you ever do,
Life is history.
Turn not away from the book.
Write on every page!