by gurdeepmattu


You say I say too much,
But to who am I to tell 
These things,
When I feel
In this manner?

The swirl and dense
Churn and
Broken causation,

Where I see and feel what

you did

And I did

and we did,

In the same instance
And they become
Altogether another.
It moves beyond experience
Beyond inference.
To who am I to tell these things
If not to you?
No one else was there.