Mirror #1

Image Credit — Airplane Poetry Movement

How are you going to forget me when you erase my poems, my stories, my name, my presence from your notes but my ghost will continue to stare back at you?

Did you pick a date?
Do it in winter.
Do it when your mind is numb.

How are you going to continue moving onwards on your victory march?

What are you going to say when they ask you about the lifeless carcass which you will need to carry with you for the rest of your life?

Did you pick a date?
Do it now.
Do it with your bare hands.

And when I am gone you will stare into your hollow eyes, stare into an abyss. And then, maybe then, you will realise that with all the lies, all the deciet, all the pretense you were building an empty vessel, a weak one, which would crumble in front of love, in front of truth.

Did you pick a date?
Do it while you still can.
Do it before I change my mind.

How are you going to carry on with me? And how are you going to carry on without me?

How are you going to forget me? My ghost will continue to stare back at you.


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