Before last light leaves
Nov 4 · 1 min read

Come to me before last light leaves
Before darkness gets on its ship
To sail away into the horizons
Of our breaking landscapes
Come to me before you are not you
And I am not the one always waiting
Before our bed is wrinkled for forever
Before our sheets are tainted with our merged smells of our hot skins. Of flesh. Of bones. Without the Red Sea.
—
Vaishali Paliwal

