je m'appartiens

for Pranesh

i was crying for a lost star
far flung, burnt out
yet able to leave its mark
on my heart of hearts

i was crying for past lives
old alibis
wished-for revival
lit up in blindness

the area of my brain
where i demand
ontological questions that
are not particularly useful

and suddenly here you are
a living star
who sheds living light
on articles of love

and the tears
like a floodgate
burst forth
until…

i am free of my sadness
and back amongst the living
where most of the time
dear one, i belong