As if she had known
What would I end up
Doing in her absence
Stares at the stars
In hope she would be staring at them
Abhor the tutty-fruity ice-cream
She would be eating alone
Watch the movies she hated
Nothing much to do in her absence
Read the books she liked to question
Why I haven’t seen this coming
Walk on the lover lane
In hope for catharsis
Get up in the night sweating
Dreams of her kissing me
Wondering why
Why?
She christened me
Myshkin from ‘The Idiot’
Called me
“My Skin, you are mine.”
I, now,
Lose a part of
My skin daily
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