blackened sky,
crimson coat,
widened eyes.
vancity, love.
i’m left
standing on
granville street,
Vancouver.
traffic blocked.
waiting.
gulping down,
potentials,
that you will
arrive soon.
sipping
humid air,
chilling tension,
two bags packed.
no return.
i am
left exposed,
tender, raw.
my brothers ash
i brought to sea
here, now
i’m aware
what’s to come.
unknowing
how to feel.
i breathe calm.
you are here.
you get out of the car,
opening the trunk,
suitcases in the back,
even though we both know
soon i wont need what’s inside.
i slide into the passenger seat.
the emotion in the air.
unable to speak.
you join in the car, drivers seat.
we hold sacred silence,
you,
a past life connection,
but in present form,
we just couldn’t get it right.
i – too much of a dreamer, would drown you,
you – too rational, would dry up all that i am.
desert and ocean cannot merge as one.
and,
even if i could come back, i think i would find you married, happy. a beautiful wife. a family. fulfilled.
even if i could come back, i think you would find me in love, madly. with a poet, a shelter, or an open road. happy. at peace.
i feel such a horrendous ache.
waterfalls, motorcycles, and photography.
you guided me back
to my center, my alignment.
we will see each other again.
shape shifting forms.
another life. perhaps?
it just isn’t the way
i thought it would end.
this is not a time to grip on attachments.
this is the end. i understand.
“we mustn’t get emotional.” you say, a little too cooly, trying to pack away my sorrow. yours too, perhaps?
you warm up your tone, in a language that you know brings me back.
an attempt to ignite curious hope inside my structure.
“you’re about to go on an adventure.. aren’t you excited?”
“yes, i think so,” i reply.
but is one ever ready?
i feel so
unattached.
to both the outcome,
and the destination.
i feel the damn of emotion about to overtake,
like clouds of Kerela monsoon about to break.
the words roll off my lips, deflated.
“this is the end.”
“no.”
you interrupt my conclusion with strong force.
“this is your beginning.”
you soften your tone, continuing,
“you don’t deserve this,
but it is happening.
we all have to go eventually.
whatever you come faced with,
please don’t get scared.
let it all pass you by.
none of it is real,
it’s all just a dream.
you will get to where you need to be.
you will know where that is once you reach.
be brave.”
life after life,
this is not the first time i’ve heard these words.
your sense of urgency,
received without hesitation.
i keep eye gaze locked with you,
deep mocha hues, taking in every detail.
i’m sure you never forget the eyes of the human
who escorts you
into the bardos.
time is not linear,
and in this moment,
it is frozen.
i am broken.
we have arrived.
this is the end.
i realize
you are my last person,
of this life, in this form
that i will see.
“i never would have thought..” my soul whispers..
“but here we are.” yours replies.
eyes locked.
unwavering.
here we are.
and you,
are here
to escort me
into the bardos.
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