Those Bollywood nights
Where memories old helped form the new
We both cut shapes on the floor
Walking out of the bar into the crisp autumn air
Across the river is the train home
We pause, not because we can’t turn back
Rather we fear what happens if we board
Do we turn our lives upside-down to chase the dream of us?
The reality reminds us of our fragility
The success could just lead to more baggage
Where it is not in our nature to be savage
To be civil we cut ties before they are woven
No betrayal to the other
Just ourselves
We deny ourselves the opportunity to fail
We imagine that our future may contain more pain
We go our separate ways
To shed a few tears
Knowing why
But still not how it happened
We get asked the same question when we get home:
Shu thayu? (What happened?)
Mari jaan kem atli dukhi che? (Why is my darling upset?)
Hun prem karava dari guuy chu (I’m scared to be in love)
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