That is all you can have of me, you said
I said I wanted more,
More, more, more
You didn’t ask me why I did,
perhaps fearing, more,
the reasons as to why you can’t give me
what I wanted, than
The giving itself
We watch each other, now,
Circling the “more” that could not be transcended
Hardening , what should have melted our hearts,
sitting in silence, surveying, our mutual “more”
The more that I wanted and
The more you did not want to bare
Sashikala Premawardhane
14 February, 2021
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February 16, 2021 at 5:25 am
Glad to see you are back to writing ,and as eloquently as ever , like I mentioned earlier soon it will be time for a publication if you haven’t done so already. Cheers
February 6, 2022 at 1:03 pm
..almost a year since this was uploaded. Things are still the same??