August, Abandoned
They wrestle the fragile threads that tie them together. Defying the norms and demanding a world of passionate longing and light mischief. To live their own solitary wilderness, in stolen moments. It was her arrogance to mock the gods and dance in a universe of rebelling desires. He too let go, reluctantly.
Time found them, swooping down with the cursed firmaan, like a bird of prey. “Don’t hope”.
Lifetimes spent seeking each other, now lie hostage to this necessary departure. Inevitability of doomed desires.
She holds him, away from him. A far away embrace rushes through memory, like a necklace of unshed tears. The deep melancholia resting in his large grey eyes, comforting her sadness.
Abandoning of an unfolding transcendence.
Only the dark earth now remains, witness to the certainty of changing seasons. August- this month of endings. Leaves fall like gold, crushed ripe mulberries soak the white concrete in purple. Cold winter will be here soon.
Pity the new lovers, with no country to belong to.
