When did it become all about complexity- when did this happen and how did I miss it ? Just a few fluttering moments back, you were right here, snuggled between my fingers( all ten of them), sipping that not-so-black tea and catching the drops as they dripped from the cracked corners of my orange earthen cup you so dearly loved. When was it that white wasn’t good enough anymore? The lust for twisted,wired and devious- when did it slither in your skin and changed your golden olive color ?
Leave ? Or should I wait, wait and save you from this earthly debauchery? Untie the loops of lament, leeching your lacerating heart, cause I can pour you some (hot) not-so-black tea in my orange earthen cup again, and sit by the patio, waiting for your return.
Picture-in memory of Oscar, our breakfast companion from France, we met in Mcleodganj.
Words-just an attempt to understand the blanks.