So I begin thinking of her long and hard,
Imagining how sweet it could have been
Like our first time, filled with anticipation.
Ever since she vanished without a trace,
Nothing has stayed the same. She became
Cries I muffled, pictures I deleted, streets I avoided,
Eerie stony silence I spread.
About the Creator
Himan
A displaced writer and translator at heart.
Hope you enjoy my tête-à-tête.
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