Ode to Ashish
Another year passes as quickly as the last
yet everyday there are moments with you
that slow the earth down and make the clock hands stop.
Your smile could reverse the earth’s spin,
your body a landscape I could journey on
a path that I never wish to end.
A strand of your hair could split the galaxy in two
and transform a black hole back into a dying sun.
Your hands hold a life line long enough
that it runs like a river and tributaries into mine.
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