I will remember –
frost on your eyelashes.
I will remember –
the calling of the crow
as we entered the forest,
we wanted to lose
the heaviness of our bones,
surrendering ourselves
to pine trees.
To try on new bodies
in movement with no purpose.
I will remember –
tiny drops of condensation
on our flask of Earl Grey
and the salty crisps
we ate in a hurry
in the chirping of
an overcast morning.
An un-special day,
examining pinecones,
made special by escape.
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Nisha Bhakoo is a British poet, living in Berlin. She has had two poetry collections published "You found a beating heart" (The Onslaught Press, 2016) and "Black & White Dream (Broken Sleep Books, 2018). She edited "Contemporary Gothic Verse" for The Emma Press in 2019.
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