Not Here
©March 29th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Every ghost leaves behind a sigh
A song, a rustling leaf, a cry,
Muffled, indistinct.
Although we walk but once this way
And leave, each day gives way to day,
Bearing imprints, linked
.
Call it our dust, our joys, our pain,
We fall into lust, destroy, gain;
The world is remade.
Now, as twilight shadows gather
I wish to fade away rather
Than stay, be replayed.
No promise of a better life
Or a worse one sustains me. Knife
This darkening moment.
Forget I ever lived, forget
What I had to give, no regret
Equals atonement.
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