My heart aches as
It bleeds drops of
crimson desires while
longing ,a decayed sepia
picture is preserved
in the cris-cross
chambers echoing
a comfort of your
lack, a cold warmth
in your stillness,
neat bed-sheets
narrate a tale of
extinguished fire,of
broken vows , no
” I love you’‘ or
ever “miss you’
may be it is a
curse that you
only exist in your
absence.