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