the dark side of the sun

i am forgetting

who i am

but remembering

that this disappearing

is who i am

*

there are only a few moments in your life

where your life is decided

and often it involves uninvolvement

years of building boredom

a moment of crisis

leading to a question of why

you didn’t do more

or weren’t more

or weren’t more than what you did

and you find yourself there

at two different places

in the world’s first instance of teleportation

for you move on somewhere

while the rest of you

looks back

and wonders

*

the only way to live

is to not only live the way

that others told you

like me

who may not be living anymore

but who knows what it was like to be the sun

hesitant on the horizon

wondering what night feels like

and circling always

*

the best we can do

is not let and end

but sit in between curious conjunction

of all and nothing

moving and still

you and me

both trying to do the best better

than we can do