Parting is a gift.
If part You must
Like ashes and dust
Then part unbroken.
It is an Art.
**
Funerals are
Those long rituals.
The needless drama
Only to drop a body
to a pit's hungry stones,
some skin, some bones.
**
And let's now come to you and I.
We drifted apart like paper boats
in puddles dried in sudden sun
after a very good monsoon
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