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My Man / Poem


His voice entered like a sword into me
He looked cold and poised
Yet had lost all the charm and the glory
He was there, standing like old times..
Grown hair, grey streaks and engorged body..
Reminded nothing of the man I knew
But I cudnt stop searching..
He was coming closer
I could see that small scar on his eyebrows..
From one of the ramblings we did..
I saw the tiny mole under the lower lip..
Where my fingers used to roll around..
There he is !
The man. The lover.
My intersection of dreams.

We cudnt smile
We cudnt touch
Yet we stood there.
Since we were dead,
And we were dead forever.

Love@the balcony