The Relic


Fire consumed your letter,

Curling its soft words into ashes.


I gathered the soot and framed you

In a floating candle bowl.


Each morning I look at the grey water

And bury myself under the covers.


You held my hands the last time

I saw you, and said nothing.


I saw this coming. I saw the change

In your red lips, your hazel eyes.


Failure, fragrant as your musk, now drifts

Inside this room, this life.


I tried to save you through beautiful poems,

Beautiful paintings.


What will suffice when love dies?

Not even memories, not this time.

Twitter @bibek_writes


Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-03-22 at 12:54

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So lovely Bibek....

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Bibek.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Your words are always profound and reach deep inside the soul. This one is amazing. Beautiful.

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Poignant and written with a beautiful care.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant use of unusual metaphor and a searing theme as well.