Memory to my happy

Intersecting Lines

I leak as if all of me is into fragments. When you shared your scars with me, I could not evoke my scars to you but I could feel yours. I could read your scars as the invisible cities on the map that tourists often skip. Your scars remind me of memory lanes and scare me every time I think I have caused you scars too. A cacophony of pain arises as I think about this ‘birha’. The air is saturated with my tears and there is heaviness in my eyes. I quietly lie down on my bed, thinking about ‘us’, feeling you close to me.

May be on that map, I find a route to eternal bliss, of you and me, of ‘us’, of our togetherness. I told you so, I will leave a marker for you at every turn. This time, I will circle the location too for…

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