Smoking-greencaterpillar - Until I See You Again

Your ghost is in every damn sentence I read. I'm still bleeding poetry for you.

(the unseen verse)

The only thing that comes to mind lately

Is you.

How one dimensional of me,

To be stolen so effortlessly.

As if you have bewitched me;

As if your hand guides my pen.

Your hair falls in messy curls,

Like waves of rain upon my window,

And I am mesmerized-

Absolutely enchanted.

If I have fallen short in my duties as a poet,

It is because you are both my agony

And my relief,

My torment and pleasure,

A demon whose lips utter my salvation-

Such softness trapped within fire,

I am only human.

I cannot bring anything to mind,

Cannot write of anything,

Except of you.

You.

You.

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aver // verb : to assert or affirm with confidence; declare in a positive or peremptory manner.

John Murry, from a letter to Katherine Mansfield featured in The Letters of John Middleton Murry and Katherine Mansfield

I hope you never forget me.

─ Hisham Siddiqi