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ACCEPTANCES
#Acceptances
I love two Bloody Marys
on international flights:
the tang of tomato and salt
the buzz of vodka and ice
while I pretend not to drink outside.
I accept my pretences:
the stray strands of silver hair
I say I accept with grace
while my heart bleeds over
my wasted youth.
The taste of love I abjure
(but the fates are very uncouth)
while flames of loss consume me,
and I am obsessed.
I accept that I am often cleft.
I am two contradictions
in the self-same soul.
The Bloody Mary fills up the hole
that remained after you left.
This perpetual search for
the missing pieces I accept,
while our years together
form a memoir of frozen moonlight.
@AtulPurohit
© Jagari
I love two Bloody Marys
on international flights:
the tang of tomato and salt
the buzz of vodka and ice
while I pretend not to drink outside.
I accept my pretences:
the stray strands of silver hair
I say I accept with grace
while my heart bleeds over
my wasted youth.
The taste of love I abjure
(but the fates are very uncouth)
while flames of loss consume me,
and I am obsessed.
I accept that I am often cleft.
I am two contradictions
in the self-same soul.
The Bloody Mary fills up the hole
that remained after you left.
This perpetual search for
the missing pieces I accept,
while our years together
form a memoir of frozen moonlight.
@AtulPurohit
© Jagari
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