Not all rivers
end up in the ocean–
doesn't make their journey
less worthy.

Not all love
ends up in a lover's arms–
doesn't make it any less
worthy.

My darling,
life is hidden in the maybe’s.

Maybe you are looking at your phone,
knowing that one message can
change it all.

Maybe you are feeling my absence
when you look at the sea.

My darling,
maybe you are overwhelmed
and don’t really want to hurt me—
but do it anyway.

Maybe you wish things were easy.
Maybe we don’t fit.
Maybe it was too good to be true.

My darling,
life dwells in the maybe’s.

Maybe I will be right here
if you come back.

I never understood life.

Well, who cares –

Life never understood me either.

Look at you now.
You are a big man.

Throw your sorrows—
watch them drown in Mumbai’s rains.

You are enough for me.
I need you to know.

Yes, it will be a small house,
but it will be ours.

Choose me.
For once in your life,
realize the depth of my commitment—
it’s as deep as the ocean we sat by.

I don’t want you to close your eyes.
There is a lot to see:
the clouds,
the sun,
the moon,
and the stars that hold my every thought.

It’s clear now.
I did my best,
wrote a letter,
and watched it burn.

You are thirty-three now.
You’ve got this.

I bleed in life
As I bleed in my words;
All over the place
And without convention or order.

It must be so easy to be you—
to waltz through life,
not knowing the daggers you
gently placed all over my body.

One for when we held hands.
Seven for my mind that fights you every day.
Eleven for my heart that hopes to see you again.

I wonder how you’d react.
Will you feel my stone heart
when you stumble on my writings?
Will you meet my eyes
if we cross paths by the lake?

I’d imagine you looking for me in her,
or her, or her—
my eyes,
my words,
my cold hands.

I hope I haunt you
like you do me.

Let’s both play this game,
until we are grey.