I did what I had to,
You did what you could.
Did we say goodbye that wintry morning?
Memory fails me.
Is it Time's mercy,
Or my usual forgetfulness?
Imploring all my senses
To capture each moment
For eternity,
I had lain awake all autumn.
Yet so little remains,
Except a distant ache.
Now the leaves of summer
Glisten by
A thumping rumbling vector
Hurls me to new destinies.
You did what you had to
I did what I could.
(First two lines courtesy Shreyasi Bose)
Saturday, May 14, 2011
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