Been thinking about you a lot,
Yes, you my emptiness
What was I before this?
When the borders shut down
and distancing is the new normal
Like vanished trails of clouds on a summer afternoon,
Or the closed door of paradise.
Broken, busted or a butterfly,
Or a torn thread in need of patch and sew.
Or was I shy raindrop that form mists
When the rain has gone.
But now when the world has shut off,
and have you isolated.
Do you find any difference from my demons and theirs?
Do I blend in now? or their topography still different from mine?
wandering like that vile disease,
into the unknown
of what’s next,
of who’s their new victim.
haunting people like ghosts and shadows
since their soul hardly worth crossing the bridge.
Do you see the difference? Or are you still in quandary?
You have been with me and with them as well,
since the start,
when I was past,
and when they were the future.
when I collected comfort from stillness,
and they traded stillness for one moment of wild disappearance.
So are you still fascinated by those dark patches in my soul,
or do you still need to see like others
when I was fresh
when I was new
When I was with
false sense of security.