And never look back at the insipid past?
Active at present, pushed by expanding domains
We still annihilate each other into dust.
Boundaries, far and crystal clear
Calmly await our eventual surrender.
What you reminisced in ink, my love
Like my own, will only settle into air.
Ink diffuses its existence in water,
Some worry about its Reynolds number;
I only witness its death in summer, in winter
My thumb refuses to switch off the blender.
I hear raindrops stick to the glass
My eyes, burdened with memory
Relays a message to my heart -
Tissues do proliferate, but not forever.
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