poem, a small stone AKSHR

poem, a small stone

 

Whatever inspiration is, 

it's born from a continuous 

"I don't know.

Whatever. 

I don't know."

 

I don't know 

what your breath 

smells like.

 

I don't know 

the color 

of your heart, 

what it feels like

to be you, 

how something 

could go wrong 

for you and not me.

Without a plan 

for that eventuality, 

for what to do when

we're not in the same place, 

I'm never going to know 

what it's like

 to be you. 

AKSHR