Sorrow
It is, that un-warm hug that you refused to give as you lay dead on your favourite carpet
It looks like, that jammed window which I know I can open but I don’t know when I will
It sounds like, my boss giving un-ending deadlines to the deceased
It tastes like, a combination of spinach and tulsi, healthy, but oh so awful
Sorrow
It is, unlike this moment, right now, I timed it is 8:51pm
It is, that un-warm hug that you refused to give as you lay dead on your favourite carpet
It looks like, that jammed window which I know I can open but I don’t know when I will
It sounds like, my boss giving un-ending deadlines to the deceased
It tastes like, a combination of spinach and tulsi, healthy, but oh so awful
Sorrow
It is, unlike this moment, right now, I timed it is 8:51pm
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