To be continued

Samia Islam

Then we will talk between the lines
then we will fill spaces long and slow
those deep seas of desolate
winds and fantastic emptiness
the grass long dead by then
patches of yellow and brown
below a fistful of sky
deep blue and crystalline
in nostalgic vigil
we will talk in shadows of
faithless memories and if we are lucky sometimes
we will talk in the tongue of laughter and signs
we will talk without pause then
because what else would you do unless
there’s promises waiting with patient eyes
in dusky corners
then we will be silent
just for a while
but a while not mine no less
we will talk again afterwards
when things settle down a bit
and we will keep talking this way forever
on borrowed time