a slight sleek of hazy light

slants from under the door

onto the grey marble tiles

onto the way too cold floor

i hear the rush of tap water

drownin' your meek profile

while the voids 'n' vacancies

throw my soul into exile

kissin' the compliant silence

i lay down on chilled marble

this vague slant of hazy light

is remindin' me of our garble

how you poured neon stars

in the nitid glass of my eyes

were you drunk that night?

or was it wine on the skies?

you tell me it was an illusion

dream of a dream of a dream

so where do i find you now?

in a seam of a seam of a seam?

this patchwork is threaded

oh your string is a lost cause

i hear the water rushing down

but my soul is on the pause

the marble in the bathroom

is it cold like one under me?

does it ring with my sobs?

with my screams 'n' my plea?

give me atleast the silhoeutte

of the person you used to be

or take away this slant of light

that constantly forces me to see

this is modus operandi for you

to close the blinds of my brain

to trap me in voids 'n' vacancies

to leave me in agony, in pain

but what if i start loving it all

this calendar without dates?

and what if i turn this around?

this cruel game of twisted fates

what if i become you at last?

oh will you lie down here too?

so that slight sleek of hazy light

slowly cuts your soul into two?