And, I wonder

The clock strikes 2 AM.
I stand at the window watching
a dust storm brew in your trail.
I am thankful that you did not stay,
because I wanted you lost.
I must admit though I cannot help but conjecture
if your mind ever wanders where you are not.
The street lamp flickers away in the windy night
dimming once in a while, but never faltering.
It lends passing comfort to the tramp sheltered in its shadow,
adding its warmth to his half-lit cigarette.
As I stare, I wonder what his story is.
Does he long for his soul in dark places that he let go?
Does he carry a hole inside of him that is as large as this world?
Is there a story to everything in the world and everyone who pass me by?
I wonder as I feel the air turn moist in my tongue portending an early shower.
The lamp continues to flicker, its halo adding to the thickening fog,
dissolving divisions between memories and desires,
and making me realize what I have always known.
That love is not enough.
That goodness is not enough.
And, I wonder why we still hang on long after we’ve let go.
And, I wonder why sometimes the human heart is the heaviest thing to carry.
And, I wonder why we cannot just trust that sometimes the Universe has plans for us
that are better than what we intend for ourselves.
I wonder…

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About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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