May 25, 2023 - “Thinner in Time” by Rahil Najafabadi

THINNER IN TIME

Nothing is lost between the pages, we’re running.
Variations of the same confusions take us back,

and I know I can be bored, lifeless, a count of many.
Nothing is lost––the hair kept in a drain will grow

even longer, like the brighter wall that covered
the discoloration of grief. Nothing is ever lost,

except the passing of light, the dark wall is back.
I will switch off, like the room stuck in shadow.

The end sounds more forgiving because we begin
seeing the absence thinner in time.