By-Debadrita Ghosh
That day,
I had closed the windows of my room;
Never knowing,
You will close the door behind you forever before leaving.
That day,
I wished we could become one.
Never knowing,
I was another one you were with.
That day,
I was relieved to be with you
Never knowing,
It would last no longer than the night.
Now that you don't come anymore,
And I have killed thousand expectations of your return.
The bed seems to have very little space for me;
When I try to avoid all those portions where I smell your touch.
And everyday since then,
I sat crippled in the middle of my own bed.
Hugging myself,
As the warm breath and tears make love over my knees.
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