Thursday, July 31, 2014

For the first time again

There was a smell of sadness
in the air
in the cold
in the sudden
monsoon rains.

It chilled us to the bone.
No warmth left to breathe.

There was an unspeakable distance
in the conversation
in the silence
in the occasional
hesitant glances.

It stung our searching eyes.
No gaze left to hold.
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