Radhimaa

II — How I loved her

A room full of people, and only her.

Loving her was mostly this — sitting still, saying nothing.

We didn’t know it was the best part

III — Ordinary mornings

The light always found her first.

Some mornings that was enough

IV — Everything at once

They lifted us, and the world turned to sky.

Nothing after that was the same colour

V — A night that stayed on

Everything else went out, and this didn't.

Some of it is still lit

VI — After everything

This is the version I kept.

And I'm not giving it back