Ostrich & Other Poems: Adrija Chakrabarti
WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN ME
Not everything has a meaning
I walked to nowhere today
My feet touched a lost day’s dew
My heart felt the thrill of speed
And my smile tore my face apart.
What if that pair of glasses you lost,
Those words you forgot to say,
That loved one who left without a goodbye;
What if they all just escaped?
And you can join them
the day you let go of sense.
I can hide
and stay hidden
for as long a I’d like
I can swing on swings till
the sky meets my smile
I can choose to pretend
I can hug an old friend
I can let my blood pour as
ink in my mind.
I can, can’t I?
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