Poetry

Poem: Maudling

By: Divya Rosaline

MemoriesMy past is fractured with memories of you
Some injuries, they say, don’t heal.
And while I’m one for pragmatisms
I’m entangled in those
Minutes
Seconds
Hours and Days
When our orbits used to be the same.
Not imaginary lines drawn around the Sun
To show us which way we’d be – headed.

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