The Shape of Things

You don’t like to talk, you say

And I like to listen

Silences will be deep, you chuckle

Intoxicated slights of imagination

Unfold your stories anyway

Time falls

Summer, comforter, proximity

No longer enough

To control

Traffic in my timbers

You caress my heels

Unhooking anklets

No one needs to be cold, you say

Bells sing in my ears

This is how you knew

The shape of things

This is when I knew

I’d stay

Farwell Iqbal Bano…Music Died With You


2 responses to “The Shape of Things

  1. beautiful, I like how you made Time fall with summer, comforter, proximity…

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