disappearance
an empty shell
the flesh in a soul
and the space in a well.
disappearance
in asking and telling
in going and felling.

reverberance
of going back in time
repeated over and over
in the condo and shrine.
disappearance
in the retreated sea
and my heart's plea.

reappearance
of an echo from seas
tortures in half a degree
looking beyond sunshine
disappearance
if it had given more time
to built catacombs and mines.

I am here, right next to me.
I have light, beside this tree.
I miss someone, or someone me.
I take a pledge, not to speak.

I don't know any here-
yet many are known to me.
I don't look back with fear,
But all I say is no labels please.

It’s knocking, It’s knocking once again.

She said you could see it only when the lamp is lost.

But my lamp is still flickering, it is wavering- yet alive.

And I can see it knocking, waiting to get inside.

I leave it knocking, while I tend to the tiny light.