Missing someone could be drenching in salty rain—wistful and gloomy
or perhaps a bonfire of flaming memories of our daring chuckles and cold tears
slowly, it poisons me

wounded deeply in my throat


It is also when you forget to write the exact word
it is a missing letter or amnesia from a tragedy
indeed an inevitable—lurking in your shadow to devour
and all you have to do is to think about it

frustrated and puzzled


How could I able to speak
while I'm exhaling fumes of lilacs
and your eerie name marks a stain on my dress
still—breathing with my cobwebbed lungs
and to our wilted hearts;

beating in sounding regrets



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