The million and three early mornings hitting all kinds of road
have taken it out on all of us, one by one,
until we lost interest, moonlight showered us with its light
and we became stars,
falling, shooting beautifully
while simultaneously losing our shine;
familiarity breeds contempt, and we’ve gotten far too comfortable
in each other’s tsinelas.
Let all the intimacy and familiar places melt together into
an inevitable homesickness, separated
particles hiding in the wind, turning into an aching sensation cured
by clear-throated acceptance.
You sure fooled me with your forever
that lasted only two days and a savoured heartbeat.