Perfectly

Tonight I was perfectly lonely.

Curiosity

Unknowingly the curiosity is near exhausted.

Leaving a tinge of vulnerability behind.

On my unfolded mind.

in between

Time zones are hardly arranged seamlessly.

Between one and another.

There is a cleft in the space.

Where a portion of time quietly escapes to.

And a fraction of memory secretly hides behind.

After flying across a swath of different time zones.

They are already sunk into the earth shadow.