Uni

Seven paces of silver light
between me and suicide.
I dove along with uncounted
breaths, sailing, untouched
and harassed nonetheless.
I've groped a thousand times,
my hands hurt no more;
they've become numb,
callused by the unending
flashes of your memory
and the nonchalance of your fingertips.

You blinked once,
you caught me thrice.
You malign me;
you transform me into you.

I'm past the blame,
I've carried the shame
with me, here in the
open, pink wounds
of your tiny scratches.


I blinked thrice
And only caught your shadowy footsteps.
You never looked back.
I called once,
You took seven steps forward.
You're gone thereafter
and I trod the other way.