Sometimes, destinies
Are borrowed for editions of father time
Like when a one night stand
Makes synchronous waves on coconut white sheets
And leaves behind a legacy of sorts – like a star in the sky
A mere speckle in memory’s hold
And on occasion, you embark never to disembark, but you find
Sink holes and whirlpools that drain the heart’s will
And sometimes we borrow the heart for an eternity
Stamped by “I do” coupons and glittered in gold
Knowing that what was borrowed
Was not the body’s glimmer, but the heart’s appraisal
After all, we are all borrowers, of one thing or the other
When what separates each one of us
Is the lapse of borrowed time…..


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