Lost Time, Lost Connection

Written two days before going to the National Gallery

By HimanPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

I have a strange feeling

as if we were to meet at

National Gallary at 4 p.m,

but I fell asleep

and when I woke up,

it was already 5

and you haven’t called either.

A displaced writer and translator at heart.

Hope you enjoy my tête-à-tête.

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Written by Himan