You’re not here

I call – it’s the wrong day

I looked the wrong way

You’re not here, things disappear

Biscuit in hot water

.

I ring – it’s the wrong floor

 I tried the wrong door

You’re not here, you’re nowhere near

Smoke up a chimney

.

I search – it’s the wrong track

There is no way back

You’re not here, the view’s unclear

Mist on moonlit water

.

I knock – it’s the wrong place

Just a blank face

You’re not here, black buds of fear 

Soil falling on a coffin

.

Dhaka 2013

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