Timeless Desire

All desires come with
an expiry date
the desire for that
scented eraser
or the friend espoused
that went out of hands
through the roughage of time;
time that never knew to
space times, constantly
rubbing, crushing the grinding
passage of time making
it a mesmerizing mess. 

Of what consequence,
of what significance
is the house built
by those lovers
infested now with a
murder of crows
eaten by grass, alas,
they don’t even meet
to help each other
at times of distress.

The soul, the self alone
has an infinite
shelf life, for as long
as it is there
in thin air, it lives,
it never leaves the breath
until it reaches death.