in the cloud of insecure smiles
words stuck in your mouth
a soffocating silence
you realize that the pain of farewell
is one that you know too well
it has become almost a rite
to lose men at stations and airports
to say goodbye kissing
to stand and wait until their faces blur into the crowd
to sleep until a short note is sent
reporting on their safe journey
you wonder why is it that relations break sometime
between november and christmas
followed by a new-years eve
at the peak of which you decide to have a miraculous year
then the act of getting to know and opening
becoming lost in emotions
and losing
losing
and silence as a part of you
you dont know where you stand of where to go
you feel like a three-year-old child lost in forest
having to face something she will never be ready for:
alone-ness.
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