The only link
between you and me now
are these lines that try to remember
all the first times and the last looks.
They stray into empty canteens
graveyards and fun fairs
rooftops and radio channels.
Through flickering video reels
of never ending quarrels with
unattended wishes and gifts
you stare at the screen
in your cheap sunglass moment.
My impressions change shape
on paper, like poems and brides
like careless ink stain doodles
and a story that you read at night.
Memory-
the only link
between you and me now
is everything.
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