to all the women I've loved
there was once an inseparable bond. Multiple times if I'm honest, each stronger than the previous, or so I was made to feel. And yet today, as I write this, memories fade me. I remember that bench in Delhi, where I first spoke my heart out, and without realizing too. We were each others comfort sofas, as she called it. The second time, a familiarity seeped in, as life's meaning, the mundane in all it's essence were discussed day and night. There was excitement the third time, and calm, through adventures, one too many. And the most recent, where a sense of being was felt in all it's beauty, as cross border conversations turned into singing, through the streets of old Edinburgh. But the rest of it, and so much too, is all blurry. I remember pushing thoughts away, of the happier times, of the simpler times, because it was no longer simple. A discomfort almost. What began as a conscious effort, slowly, unknowingly translated into a natural state. A state where she, and t