Epilogue

In the dark of night you wished hard to be naught

content with your comfortable options in mediocrity

my love irrelevant, my words superfluous

how strange it felt, how strange

 

In the narrative of love, I have bled to dot

having lost the battles in the war for reciprocity

my love redundant, my loss so obvious

but how sweet it was, how sweet.

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About A. I. Noormohamed

Human Rights Lawyer | Reads books & faded posters | Contrarian | Justice | Int'l Relations | Film, Travel, Theatre, Rock n' roll | Writes a few | and this is what it is like