Bloom Featuring Nidhi Rajain

Places, heartbeats, inside jokes, reflexes
Dates, like forks in the road.
Words that towered over the rest in the whole dictionary
Touches that lit up villages inside me

Anatomical geography and favourite nooks and hollows
Dreams that made my days and nights
Old Favourites not ageing gracefully

Routines, “you-always’s”, smells, tells, trip wires
Fault lines and faults.
The exact curve of your smile.

Sweet nothings, now less sweet and more nothing
Numbers that were coherent as words,
So vivid in their detail and meaning.

Future baby names, travel plans, furniture we lusted over.
Things associated with the word LOVE,
And your name

They all died a sudden death
From an utter lack of significance.
And now just like all dead things in the ground,
They’re just fodder and reason for flowers to grow.