• sidkapoor_ 21w

    People like us,
    we're ghosts of
    lovers that left us,
    trying to breathe in pieces.

    i've learnt to love you
    over time, distance
    and orange skies.
    you love me too,
    but only sometimes.

    the rest of it,
    is drenched in raging familiarity,
    floating in the endlessness
    of human desire,
    here, we're both at sea.

    you carry turquoise sadness in your eyes,
    and my sky grieves in deepest blue.
    every year, the winter returns to me
    my dear,
    why don't you?