tonight i won't rename 

the condition of forceful forgetfulness

or tired silences

but count on undiscovered sentiments

dotting the expanse of our reach

or fingers interlocked 

as i swallow the moon

whole 

or give my all to it

i cannot think in numbers

only in words 

collapsing into each other

objects, colours and how i feel,

sky blue, nails, breath, skin, water, deeply, slowly, easy, serious

tonight i'll leave this un-

-finished,

or

unending, completely free.

Rifat Islam Esha is a poet. For more updates on her work, you can follow her on Instagram: @rifatiesha