the shape of the soul AKSHR

the shape of the soul

 

We picture love as heart-shaped because

we do not know the shape of the soul.

Without something to hold,

we fall into the crater of what remains.

What is love? The question is a trap.

We are lured by a bright green neon

and then abandoned in the dark,

without even a match.

Without something to hold,

we fold in on ourselves like

flowers watching the snow.

A hard rain beats down and

we are emptied out by what remains.

The night drips down my neck and

I am left shivering until morning comes.

I wake up expecting to be touched

but there’s no one else around except

for me and I am alone with my thoughts.

In time we learn not to expect anything

from anyone any more than from ourselves.

What is love? The question is a trap.

We are lured by a bright green neon

And then abandoned in the dark,

without even a match.

 AKSHR