Sigh

Can’t imagine a time
when I don’t see the skies,
or sigh,
under the light of the moon

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2020

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Endings

You leave
my dreams
through the cracks of the night
and something ends
within me
but a crawling ache
lingers against my chest
calling my absentee, heart.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2020