a year has passed
without you;
tears dry up
on the surface,
but the pain persists
down below
where my heart writhes
like a wounded fawn
as it dawns on me
with every passing day:
how much we lost
by losing you.
New Delhi October 31, 1985
Mainstream, Vol XLVII, No 46, October 31, 2009
a year has passed
without you;
tears dry up
on the surface,
but the pain persists
down below
where my heart writhes
like a wounded fawn
as it dawns on me
with every passing day:
how much we lost
by losing you.
New Delhi October 31, 1985
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