Friday, August 21, 2020

C'est la vie

 

Words left me

When you left

The feelings linger on

Without a home.

 

I wonder if you too

Think of me sometimes,

Then dismiss the thought

Because, life!

 

Like I’m left unmoored,

Unanchored, in the midst of your ocean

Do you too, hide behind your glasses

And drown in mine?

 

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