Premalekhalu: Love notes to the self
Journal, Poetry, Random Notes to the self. And ofcourse, Love Letters
Friday, 5 August 2016
Gone
When the sky falls on you on a fine morning
And without warning, roads tear themselves apart, did you hear the silence?
"I love you" whispered in your ear
heard it too
Continents drifted away from the landmass that they once were
Without saying, in breaking up,
I am gone too
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