"When you have this much
You should be grateful
When your dreams align like the path of a shooting star
You should leap for joy
When your list is checked
You are privileged
And when fine lines don't blur
It has to be by the divine hand
When you finally find what you've been searching for
It's luck!"
I said your name again
And it was different
This should be your leap not mine
With almost 3 decades apart
The "stare" would be my tenth and final plague
Not the parallel streams on my mother's forehead
Now, I have to find myself again, that letter.
