Places where our stories lie...



In unsealed envelopes and crumpled letters.

In petals carelessly strewn across with sounds of you love me not.

In alleys that weren't worth our travel time.

In unfulfilled promises.

In half-fulfilled promises.

In empty conversations lying on the bottom of our coffee mugs.

In lines that remained dormant on our palms.

The one that never curved.

The one that never blurred.

In us.


© Suryaroy