In between

In between shifting furniture
And arranging my books,
In between clearing away the glasses
And washing my hands
In between the calls I don't attend to
and the ghosts of old lives
In between suppressing hot tears
And learning how to smile
In between the auto rides,
the metro rides, the ricksha rides
In between the things that remain
Which has your name
In between the days I don't cry
And the ones which grasps me my chest
And my lungs collapse, my ribs fall in,
In between yesterday and forever,
You will live and do all the things
I will never see you do again.