Is it enough
these silences,
will they, tell you, what words will not say,
will you, divine the meaning, of these wordless words,
and will I remain, with these silences, forever….
will you
be there when I cross over?
with your hands on your hips and that crooked grin
longing eyes and bone crushing hugs
those moments we took for granted, fleeting moments
of love
that, reach back and forth, through that space between here and the hereafter
that place, where all unforgettable love reside,
trapped in a kaleidoscope
yearning, to be set free,
from rules that govern, life and death,
that transcendental place, where you and I
meet
and yet, cannot…..
Sashikala Premawardhane
24 May, 2018
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