The Reading Partner
something in the mirror against truncated
shadows falling on surfaces, after I lost interest
in cleaning, all over the house a smell of dust
spoke our history, and in this arrangement
you borrowed a book, touched it once, the blurb
wilting unfinished the plot did not thicken,
leaving the silence fencing words, when the
reading hours were fearfully small, a dearth
of longer loans of time, this minority of passion set
a major drawback, I never said I loved you,
in digressions, exegesis, notations you vanished.
by Rizwan Akhtar
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