Let Bygones be Bygones
Let whatever is gone be bygone
If it is deeply personal
Shut up your sorrow in the deep recesses of your psyche
And shine your teeth or gums on
You’re a modern man, a nobody,
Your losses don’t matter to none
Except the one that is yourself
So, let bygones be bygones
“There’re losses bigger than yours
And there will be” … so on
Only, you know those moments of Freudian slip
As well as that trauma called sleep
When ghosts wake up from layers and layers of darkness
That unknown territory
Where you’re a king, a joker, and a thief
All at the same time
There, only there, the dance is
And there your every loss counts
Every drop of unshed tear burns like a ball of fire
And pregnant with loads of meaning.
Last modified: Thursday, 12 August 2021, 1:36 PM