Manish Pathania | Author

Writer | Traveler | Artist

Our shared loneliness

Jul
19

Words can,
I cannot,
rhyme
seamlessly
into a poem,
but long after the dust had settled,
and perpetual haze
had cleared out,
you would find me
waiting for you,
right where you left me.
For it was easier for me
to blame you for going,
than sulking in guilt
for letting you go.
Maybe,
the noise anxiety would attenuate,
someday,
and silences would whisper my name in your ear,
don’t be afraid to follow them home,
to me,
to us,
and our shared loneliness.

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