Twilight

Tenuous filaments,
Weakly extend,
From my dead sun,
Aching for life once lived,
The bright burning,
That I once knew,
Coldly sputtered,
To bleached memories,
The heat of your eyes,
Passes over me, through me,
And I question whether,
You will never see me,
Dismissed as a trick of light,
Played upon a weary mind,
Doubt obscures my presence,
In your careful reality,
But your sleep fragments,
As my whisper echoes,
Through your sepia dreams,
Burrowing into your secret places,
My name upon your lips,
I sample your breath,
Searching for the spark,
That will bind me to your world,
I taste your future,
And fuel my twilight,
With never to be made memories,
You no longer need.

-Khushi Kaul