Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Come

Come,

Come with time slipping out of your hands
Come submerged in chores exclusive of me
Come immersed in dreams of your own
Come in conversations shared with a crowd
Come wrapped in your fame, surrounded by your followers
Come without a trace of the past
Come with laughter fragrant of others
Come with grief caused by unknown
Come with a woman by your side
Come with lovers galore
Come with your children born of another
Come with memories bereft of me
Come floating in your sea of experiences…

Just come.

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