I've finding things to do these days....getting a job, studying for my TEFL and just random good things. My good things are crazy to some people...my favourite activities definitely include drinking tea. I look forward to sundowners with tea, reading a book anywhere, chatting with people I haven't seen in a while. I have been looking and definitely finding. Last week I found that if I don't meditate, I can't super focus. Things like that. I found myself looking at my poems/words in my phone.
The one I keep looking at:
Shiva loves and dies in ashes
Shiva loves and dies in ashes every time you look at me.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes when we greet.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes when we speak, afraid to address what concerns us the most.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes in our silences and the lines between them.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes of faded henna. Right between the pumpkin spinach and basmati. We let the moments go, our moments of touch. Lips. Neck. Back. Breasts. Skin. Toes. We lived the moments before thinking them. They have become a faded memory that we think only happened in each others thoughts.
Only when we see each other do we remember our downfalls. I have failed love's memory with you.
I haven't forgotten you but you have moved forward.
B.R
