No more <br /> I count the days <br /> no more do I <br /> expect your voice <br /> at the other end <br /> whenever the <br /> phone tinkles, <br /> I do not <br /> look over <br /> my shoulders <br /> in the busy malls <br /> looking for <br /> your face <br /> in each face <br /> I pass by <br /> or which follows <br /> me; <br /> <br /> neither do I <br /> track the <br /> resonance <br /> of your voice <br /> in the voices <br /> I hear knowingly <br /> unknowingly; <br /> neither in TV <br /> nor in newspapers <br /> I devour the <br /> clippings that <br /> touch you even <br /> remotely, <br /> for instance <br /> I do not <br /> note New York <br /> temperature <br /> nor do I <br /> glare at the <br /> Concorde advertisement <br /> the city <br /> you once <br /> flew to, <br /> the airlines <br /> that took you <br /> there; <br /> <br /> each day <br /> I drift <br /> away <br /> consciously <br /> unlearning, <br /> what I unconsciously <br /> learnt once; <br /> <br /> stomping the <br /> left over flickers <br /> of a fizzling flame, <br /> floating <br /> in an open sea <br /> like a log <br /> ……ejected, <br /> from a broken ship <br /> <br /> *****<br /><br />Chhavi Anupam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unlearning/
