Is it enough

these silences,

will they, tell you, what words will not say,

will you, divine the meaning, of these wordless words,

and will I remain, with these silences, forever….

will you

be there when I cross over?

with your hands on your hips and that crooked grin

longing eyes and bone crushing hugs

those moments we took for granted, fleeting moments

of love

that, reach back and forth, through that space between here and the hereafter

that place, where all unforgettable love reside,

trapped in a kaleidoscope

yearning, to be set free,

from rules that govern, life and death,

that transcendental place, where you and I


and yet, cannot…..


Sashikala Premawardhane

24 May, 2018

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