ULTIMATELY, WE WILL LOSE EACH OTHER TO SOMETHING.
I WOULD HOPE FOR GRAND CIRCUMSTANCES--DEATH OR DISTASTER.
BUT IT MIGHT NOT BE THAT WAY AT ALL. IT MIGHT BE THAT YOU
WALK OUT ONE MORNING AFTER MAKING LOVE TO BUY CIGARETTES,
AND NEVER RETURN, OR I FALL IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER...
IT MIGHT BE A SLOW DRIFT INTO INDIFFERENCE. EITHER WAY,
WE'LL HAVE TO LEARN TO BEAR THE WEIGHT OF THE EVENTUALITY
THAT WE WILL LOSE EACH OTHER TO SOMETHING. SO WHY NOT
BEGIN NOW, WHILE YOUR HEAD RESTS LIKE A PERFECT MOON IN MY LAP?
WHY NOT REACH FOR THE SEAM IN THIS NIGHT AND TEAR IT
JUST A LITTLE, SO THE FALLING CAN BEGIN?
BECAUSE LATER, WHEN WE CROSS EACH OTHER ON THE STREETS,
AND ARE FORCED TO LOOK AWAY, WHEN WE'VE THROWN
THE DISREGARDED PIECES OF OUR TOGETHERNESS INTO
BEDROOM DRAWERS AND THE SMELL OF OUR BODIES IS DISAPPEARING
LIKE THE SWEET DECAY OF LILIES--
WHAT WILL WE CALL IT, WHEN IT'S NO LONGER LOVE?
TISHANI DOSHI | LOVE POEM
