I don’t know what’s real or not
I know it’s real
when you ate that orange with sheer delight
and licked your lips
when there’s a far-off tone to your voice
when I heard your breath during sunrise
It may be unreal
when you dissipate from thoughts like the shifting of sands
when you’re not who I want to hold hands with
as we stand dying
when I’m ok
with or without you
while I look back
and wonder if it was real or not
the sounds of you eating
the tingle in your voice
the whistle of your breath
neglected from my mind
the image of you eating
the whistle of your breath
in my thoughts
the sounds of you breathing remains
reminding me it was real
just maybe
Samasya Tapasya 