Three Tenses in One Body
The scars are warm and fresh,
The blood flows red.
I have minutes to spend,
A little love to mend.
To whom?
I still don’t know.
The past is perfect;
I see it from a safe spot.
Its scent lingered,
From an oud-rosy cot.
I have a future to share,
A vision...to come.
I still wait for it,
I don't know for how long!
Three tenses
in one body.
Blurry whispers,
I heard in the lobby.
In the blackest nights,
I wore a dress so gaudy.
To remind myself,
even when the scars are fresh,
when the past fades,
Like a childhood friend,
and when the future is
a treacherous chess,
I still have a little love...
To mend.
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