remembering you

remembering you
in the dead of the night
but why dead

when the night is alive
with crickets   
the refrigerator humming  

a sudden
screech of a cat
the clock ticking

the rustle of leaves
as bats eat the guavas
outside the kitchen

window
and my thoughts
circling around your light

making soft
bumping noises
like moths.

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Salil Chaturvedi
salilwheels@gmail.com