for now
I have been
caught in the
glimpse of
you, and now
I understand.

you are
a nomad in
the wind,
a nomad in the sunless afternoon,
whose soul
runs restlessly
wild.

and though
your stay
may be short,
to not live
these moments
with you
at all,

it would certainly
would have been
the definition
of a poet’s heart
broken in
two.

and I
don’t know
if I ever
could have
handled
that.

– Pia Majumdar