Salt

Salt (3rd January, 2011, 1.05aam)

You linger where you’re not welcome,
hovering at the edge of my conscience,
prodding my memory
when I forget you;
could you bear to disappear?

How long until the bruises fade?
My heart beats with the broken drum of defeat
and I still can’t let go
of the love and the hate and everything
that lies between.

There is no past of me you don’t inhabit;
the future waits, impatient, but your face,
still in the photographs, digitalised
happiness that could not last,
haunts, an unwanted ghost.

I wait for your antithesis. I cannot be free
until I meet my new nemesis,
until I want to taste
the salt of his sweat
and forget, and forget, and forget…