Written by Sadiyya Khan
Illustrated by Sylvain Chan
An essence encroaching upon
My mind, and I guess I’m just
Trying to describe
But when I really needed them most
The words: They failed me
So I lay the quill to rest
And bathed in the ink
Because what you really are
Is all of me
I’ll walk along the tiles
Till the station
So now you are,
The journey
Fill in those footsteps
And I’m sure you’d pain me
It is I who follows
You: still upheld
My feet all stained
And yours: the ground has
Never felt
I’m sure you’ll but wonder
How the garden got there
Bottled perfume from the Lavender
But wish you planted them there
You can.
But when you see the smog
Or trek through jagged wear
There’s probably
Light ink blots
Dotted everywhere.
