• monikakapur 10w


    That day sun shone little brighter
    That day the wind was blowing sublimely
    That day when we went out for the last time together
    That day changed me as poetess, primarily

    The last memories
    The last drive
    The last unshed tears
    The last hope, I strived

    Once you were my muse
    Written in my poetry as a verse
    Now you are the blank spaces I can’t even write
    Your nostalgia made this poetess cursed

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    That nostalgia deleted with every backspace
    That nostalgia that dwells in every empty space between my verses
    That nostalgia is you.....