when you have to go but you don't want to
stay back because it is raining outside
ring the bell
and ask for an umbrella, i will pretend that i don't have one
we will lie in my bed and talk
let's talk about an endless list of unimportant things:
cigarette flavours, shoe sizes, my unfinished paintings, that one time you missed five metros,
anything happy and happy only
and when words
linger in our mouths and empty into the shivering air as dots
not sounds, i can make you a cup of tea
even if it is a bad one
we can play a game where we search for blistering lights in the cowering city
just outside the window, there is us
the rain might seep into the creases of our skin, walls
we won't be lonely for a minute
stay back because it is easier to watch the rain ferment the city and
the blurred windows
that hide our scrunched-up bodies
how like rain they are not desperately sad but clinged
almost like grief, formless and wingless
without names
stay back till the sun comes
our fingers pulling time,
my heart moves,
the space breathless and stopped
for an infinite second
stay because underneath the remains of a sky
we will forget that we are dispensable
to this world.