I operate in unwritten words
The silences the glitter and the bursts
The moment before the click
The dawn before it tricks night
into losing the battle of sight
I operate in the ashes of the cigarette
that hurt the knuckle of her hands
The gentle desperation of solitude
that a thud of the door leaves behind
The tip of her tongue holds
the makings of a regret
I catch it in her hesitation
The downside of baring our souls
was the ability to read each others minds
You look at the door I look at you
I click one last picture
to leave you in your desperate solitude
That first line captured me immediately. The rest continued to draw me in deeper. Well-done, Rahul!
Thanks 😊
You are very welcome, Rahul! 🙂
Beautifully penned 👌🏻
Thank you 🙂
Thanks 😊