This life will be a poem

for Amor (Daniyaal), my hero

1.
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All the loose ends
On the frayed edges
Of our darker days

Solidify

into a (slightly) lighter
coloured line of hope
above the flurred horizon
of unquiet wakefulness​​​​​​​​.

A lightening
of the weight
of those ​blanket days
we couldn't sleep under
anymore,

pressing down like a heavy child
on our knees, numbing
our legs and keeping us
in our uncomfortable places.

Now that the line is drawn
through our frazzled lives
and appears
(only as we move away)

we finally have a border
to darkness, a whiter edge
to that long furry colour.​​​​​​​​​​​​

The woollen scratches of our pain
and their fuzzy confusion do not stretch
anymore as far as

the eyes can't see.​​​​​​​​​