On Fall

Loss,
Begins from the end of my stretch
With nothing in between,
But vacuum.
If I could move, I
Would disturb my eyes
Of its peace.
If I move away, I
See the loss becoming a body
An image, that
Shall imprint itself on my memory.
And,
If I move closer, even a little
There’ll be a kiss of loss
A taste, so irresistible
That the loss becomes mine
Loss becomes love,
And there I Fall.

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