Forgive my taste buds
For they seek the last notes
Of a yesteryears’ fling
That returns to haunt
Forgive my fingers
For they long to get blue
On that broken old nib
With a running nose
Forgive my eyes
For they seek in despair
Those smiling angels
Who gave up on me
Forgive my senses
Or the lack of it
For going back in time
To look ahead with hope
11:30 p.m.
September 23, 2010
Bangalore
