Response to Nitoo Das' how to cut a fish

How to Remember a Love

Lie down and turn off the lights.

Listen to:
   -   the music on the ceiling;
   -   the winds outside;
   -   drunk karaokes from parties next door.

Eyes might act as ‘refresh’ buttons.
         Press them.
Aches last till you push
into a new day.

Listen to familiar words
in your own voice tonight,
against a silent march of the alarm clock.
A hint of what’s to follow.

Reach out to an omnipresent abyss.
Then, turn over to the side
and let your hands melt
all over the bedding, inch by inch.

Live one memory per second.

Now, grab the nearest screen and travel,
as a flood of images arrests you
in a glass coffin, defined
by temporal dimensions.

Release the first
of countless sighs to follow.
Strip off the shroud of despair
that clouds your emotive tendrils,
all mangled, in knots.

Gather pixels, scenes and sounds.
“The closer, the merrier”, the winds might howl,
marking oceans of separation
set in stone; till you remember,
cherish, thank, dream, and sleep.