Musty minutes

Between the loud conversation
in the overlapping pauses
we look at each other
from corner of the eye;
the silence has its riches –
i take a sip of its memories,
you nibble at the dreams
while our present connects us,
with the painful realization
that no words can be persuasive
enough to bind you to me
no feelings can trap yours
You are as much unknown
as my heart feels you inside
as much toxic is your presence
as heavenly seems your touch
your eyes overpower my words
and the remaining breaths
you seal with one last kiss
your musty essence erasing me –
one goodbye that was to be final,
I realized it not then,fortunately.

Prompted @ We Write Poems , Three Word Wednesday

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0 thoughts on “Musty minutes”

  1. A conflicted poem, giving a great emotional rollercoaster ride. So many rich metaphors to dance around with:
    the silence has its riches –
    i take a sip of its memories,
    you nibble at the dreams
    Wow!

  2. Wow! that was a great one. Though a bit late for my age presently, the essence of it was, at one point in time, certainly part of my indulgence. Very nostalgic! Great piece of work.

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