No anger.I just mourn your loss. Not because you are no more, but friend because I
no more mean anything to you.
I have moved on too.
not to bigger better things but....
quietly have lost myself
in the strange alleyways of life making tenuous connections with strangers.
Like a sullen hurt child I keep wandering back to childhood parks and the empty swings..
Striking dead conversations with deadpan strangers..who never reveal themselves
nevertheless are revealed..
As the other, the not- yourself
By which you define who you are.
And that which is not yourself
Purified and purged and cleansed you.
Absolved you of the guilt of sorrow
For the undeserving.
There was a cathartic release
Near sanctification..
And that which is not yourself
Also
Defiled you and delivered you to
The devil.
In later acts of attempted renunciation
In feebly forceful unnatural reconciliation
The chaff and the grain
Were forced to
Dance again.
But it was never the same.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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