As Friends

We laugh at things casually

like they were mundane exchanges

but we know that 

every crease in the smile is a tear left unshed

every kind word we exchange is a longing for deep conversations

every handshake draws a sigh for a tighter embrace

There is too much space between us

in this strange room 

they call 

friendship

we know this space is not

friendly 

to us. 

Some days I wish we never said goodbye

so we don't meet again

as friends.

Crumb Chronicles

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I watch you pick the crumb that fell off your plate

I’ve never been here except in my dreams

Your words rumble through my ears

As you talk of bone marrows and cartilages

And how in many ways the human body is a microcosm of the world

While my mind slides through the events that led to this

This  déjà vu

I  don’t want to blink

afraid that in a second

The crumbs would fall back to the table

And you, back in my dreams

Back when your face was a haze

And our conversations bogus,

(always happening only in my mind)

Back when you were dining with Queens

And I,

that crumb