Monday, 4 February 2019

Tenants



The bats don’t fly there anymore, 
New home, 
new curtains 
they found, like you. 
There is this distance 
of a person between us, 
An eternity flaked staying lodged. 
Confining an entire universe in a smile; 
In my dreams you stay, still, the same. 
Hiding a casket of lies piled, 
promises broken, Beneath 
those well hedged amber- 
colored honey eyes. 

Like ants in water tanks, building homes to be washed away, 
Few marginal tenants we all are in somebody’s life.

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