Suddenly like a whiff,
he was gone…
and I became very sad
searched for him in
dark ink stains and
tear-drops.
I think I just lost
him…
He was gone…
Gone
Suddenly like a whiff,
he was gone…
and I became very sad
searched for him in
dark ink stains and
tear-drops.
I think I just lost
him…
He was gone…
Sorry to hear that, Tanya.
For a moment I became like a teenager… 🙄
Oh no….he is gone.
It’s ok some days you become miserable like teenagers…
Hahaha, true.
Good one. that sinking feeling
I know Sinking feeling has never gone, it keeps coming!
True. It is like sand, you feel yoir feet is coming out and again it goes
True. It is like sand, you feel your feet is coming out and again it goes
I know right…
searched for him in
dark ink stains and
tear-drops…👍👍
True, I tried to search him in words and tears. Long time back!
poor you 😢
It’s ok, when younger I used to fall in love everyday that too easily. I wasn’t miserable really ! It’s just exaggeration in poetry.
I know, I do it too 👍👍
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I like this!
I’m glad you do, thanks for stopping by. Appreciate your comments 👍
this is poignant and piercing
Thanks for reading, it was written sometime back.
I often do that too ; you lose readers along the way and the new ones would not have read it
True that and creative juices don’t flow always… some days one just drags him/ herself to write…