every september

 

they say time heals

in aggregation it does

but there are those

individual moments

or things, one or two

that come

unstored, unmoored

from where they have

been stored, in cold

and dark places,

lingering, they

sneak their way into

my pores every

once in a while

rattling my panes

as they escape me

weary of my

curfew zones

every September

 

your laughter

silently fuses

into my ear plugs

sufi music,

harmonic pendulum

whirring cars, all

seem inept, when

every so often, you

still laugh loud into

my ears, it is so irritating

till it isn’t

every September

 

that chicken patty

those crumbs, you

leave scattered, deposits

around your plate,

on purpose of course

bread crumbs

in stories

always lead

to dead ends, a story

is perfect, till it is

not anymore

every September

 

your hand, as it lingers

around Laika’s neck

her clipped hair

black, bleak, bristling

as if aware, of what

is to come, soon

dogs know

before humans, they

sense a miniaturized

life vision, Laika carried

the burden of our future

every September

 

and then shoes

sneaker shops, many

in malls, bedazzled

your countenance,

I smirk, you never

learned to tie your

shoelaces, fraying

often I find myself

gazing at boys, aching

to tie their straying

laces

every September

 

more than the

laces, the thumping

steps, sounds

exasperate me,

steps you strode

your steps are big

have direction, effortless

a dance

like quality, sure-footed

like the horses

you rode

every September

 

they say time heals

in aggregation it does

but then memories collide

like the opposite

sides of a tunnel

zooming past,

scraping

each other,

eyeballs fixed

ruthlessly drowning

into their own wells

dilating,dilating

until images fuse

into smothered nights

every September

 

 

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