Transient: A Poem



Maybe you were equivalent to

That space between earth and other galaxies

Something so inexplicable

And cryptic

Something people strive to know

But fear

Maybe you were the cello

To my silence

Lulling the demons in my mind to sleep

Maybe you were the first boy

To tell the moon

That people write songs about her

And that night

For the first time

We all watched her blush

(it made the headlines)

Maybe every piece of paper

Held someone’s story

At some point of time

Maybe depression is an epidemic

And maybe

You are the cure

Maybe I miss you

And you’re the only one who knows.

– Rubani Kaur

Follow me on Instagram @eccentricdevil

Photography Credit: Chester Wade

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