This Was Love
The feel, it hurts
when you
open the eyes.
The world
returns you back,
your name.
A moon
will miss the
night, the darkness.
A door shuts.
Nothing moves, except
the footfalls of unknown.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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