Time’s measure is without meaning here,
in this loneliest of the room,
the ages of your absence weigh on me
so heavy,
but without a unit everything is more.
You are gone now, you are gone.
Grief keeps interrogating me
without a measuring cup.
Do you understand the weight of this dawn?
This room without gravity
churning my soul,
even your mysterious rearrival
will not save me now.
Vaishali Paliwal
November 26, 2025
Moonwater 