Echo of me and you

A poem on love's immortality in a mortal world

“echoes of love" PC: Reena Kapoor (c)2023. Instagram @1stardusty.

Echo of me and you

This river we flow with so
different than the story
we spin or dare reveal
Gorge of dissonance
carves a definition
only death in its surety,
a maddening, comforting
certainty, won't bother with gaps
What we have to say, say today,
or now, or later tomorrow
if it ever arrives, to those we
want to touch. Some, many 
gushed away, wet envelopes
returned. Such is the force of flow  
Bargains struck, reasons found,
exchanges made without signature
The stars will come for our dust 
merciful, merciless garbage collection
Our bodies won’t answer rivers
looking to ascend the skies
The idea of me and you will leave
behind echoes in valleys smoothed
pebbles in this riverbed lost
in its rushing din, forever
spins this cycle every day…
Where will we be found today?

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-Reena | Feb 2021-Sept 2023

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These words took me two years — as I walked a passage of grief and loss — to say something about love’s place in eternity. Despite our mortality, does our love live on? I want to say, yes of course! But how? In which valleys does it echo? Which rivers carry it forever? Which oceans does it dissolve into to lend an eternal sweetness to life’s salt?

Everyone says, life is short. Very few live with that knowledge front and center.

Tell those you love what they mean to you today. It’s the oldest, most clichèd, most authentic of life’s guideposts.

And the only antidote to a finite life.