close

i hope you never 

hold me close again,

close enough to roll

my erratic impulses 

away from your door,

my life is decrepit;

i've kept my delusive 

sleep in dead drafts,

yet it's still better than

the way your arms

wrap me close -

close enough to dig 

potholes, spreading 

dirt on my forearms,

still evacuating the 

roots of rosegold,

we are raising high

walls of our sanctuary,

uprooting the basis

of how harmoniously 

they looked at our story,

i hope you do not put

your lips ever close 

to a fading memory,

close enough to watch

us indicting, impaired 

by something we could 

never handle from afar.

- chetna 🌻