Every time I come closer to love
Poetry dampens
Every time I care
I lose my words
There is something about rhyming
That subsists on separation
But then every time I am on the verge
Of losing and I am alone
Poems come and hug me serially
There is a nefarious element
At play
I’d want to be equidistant from
Love
And sorrow
So that verses meet me when we love
But how much
Can one manage in a day
Either I live with words
Or ratify the covenant of love
