Imaginable perfect

And reluctance i have is
Not form tomorrow but
million pasts I have had.
So is the vulnerability
a bowl full of cries
And deeper it goes
Night after night..
Forgetful seems nowhere close.
And if I'm being fair
I don't want so.

But then like you
i Don't care or understand
For as long as you're here..
As long as I'm here..
Perfect is imaginable.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

To give you my honest experience reading this, I was feeling a little lost in the first stanza, wondering what all this means. Then after reading the second stanza, the entire poem suddenly made sense. That's pretty remarkable, to create such a strong unexpected experience in the reader. This is some uninhibited writing, so I'm interested to see what else you post (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Digvijay Singh]

Thank you, Margie. I wrote this in reply to a poem so i get why it's confusing. And thanks again for the comment and I'm glad you liked it.❤️