Life & Style

The relic

- Bibek Adhikari, Kathmandu

Apr 6, 2019-


Fire consumed your letter,

Curling its soft words into ashes.


I gathered the soot and framed you

In a floating candle bowl.


Each morning I look at the grey water

And bury myself under the covers.


You held my hands the last time

I saw you, and said nothing.


I saw this coming. I saw the change

In your red lips, your hazel eyes.


Failure, fragrant as your musk, now drifts

Inside this room, this life.


I tried to save you through beautiful poems,

Beautiful paintings.

What will suffice when love dies?

Not even memories, not this time.

Published: 06-04-2019 09:34

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