Dream

Shivani Tannu

The bitter words I swallow whole
My insides burn no more
The absence pierces no more
I ran into the woods
Crumbling dry leaves
Like the letter you left behind 
Freedom in the air; spring in my steps
I got away
The air is sweeter here
Unlike you 
Calloused fingers
But tender heart
I lost you
I found me

Leave a comment