By Ridhima Bhagawati
My favorite words are wistful and love
So I know I was made
to have my heart broken.
My favorite sound is of the violin’s undertones
So I know I am
a poem unspoken.
You'll find me in every “sorry”
you have, in your life, ever heard.
For it seems like ""Sorry for being awful""
are becoming my second-favorite words.
But if you grab a chart paper,
and cut up some words to make a collage,
you'll find me somewhere in the mess of syllables,
playing semantic espionage.
Now tell me, where can I find you?