It was September
I didn’t miss the sunsets, I remember
An invisible road opened up
A glitch in time
Or was it the chemical?

The air rushed past
And like everything, it didn’t last
Here I stood,
wishing to drown in them
The place where it all began
The place where I had to learn,
All over again
the thing called parting.

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Amisha Mahto

I love world lines, alternate universes, and five-leaved-clover.

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