• aiswaryaarun 47w

    Like melted chocolate,
    your flavor lingers in my heart.
    Wasn’t it too early for you
    to leave then
    and too late now
    for me to still remember you.
    Like autumn,
    your departure had
    my souls in hues
    I never knew of.
    The green and blue
    and reds are so gone.
    Am orange now,
    the golden orange of fire.

    ©aiswarya arun