magnification
i observe you
my village boy
whose house i have invaded
ever since you found me in your barn
three moons ago
/
as you sleep
i blink
i wipe away the excess dust
that has fallen on your eyelash
from the attic’s window
crickets sing a lullaby for children
the past returns, a gut-churning call
i suddenly miss
who i was
yesterday
/
it was easier
when i didn’t have a soul
/
you are risking your life for me
i want to do the same
/
as i look at you up close
closer
i kiss your forehead
i whisper
good night
i love you
and i worry
about what the next birth
may bring
Author’s note: This standalone poem is also part of a poetry collection that forms a short story, named ‘Love, Death’ — you can read the collection in ascending order on Medium.
About The Author: Author of over 20+ web-serials & novels, published by Tapas.io, recent addition to the Wattpad Stars program, and Winner of Tapas’s 2018 Summer Writing Competition, Beau Van Dalen’s stories have amassed a total of over one million reads online — between short stories, poems, novels and scripts, he can always be found with a pen in hand.
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