by Reesa De
(West Bengal, India)
You are the cherry on top of white frosting,
I'll always fight for, even knowing cherries leave an aftertaste, I was never fond of.
You are the last thread that holds the button of my favorite white shirt from falling , and perhaps also the only thread stitching love to my chest, although the piercings still bleed.
You the smell of shampoo, overpowering the smell of coffee on Sunday afternoons.
You are folds on corner of " twenty love poems"
You are naps and music breaks on busy days.
Oh, dank that!
You are five extra minutes of sleep on winter morning bed.
You are perfect winged liner on the first go.
You are first leaf of the seedling I have waited weeks to grow.
You are letters to shooting stars ,
And my childhood essay on " when I grow up". .
You are, dinner, no, ice creams on nights of my heartbreak.
You are cozy sheets under which i rest, no, hide , on nights of my heartbreak.
You are songs, no, silence on nights of my heartbreak.
You are tissues, no, t shirt on nights of my heartbreak.
You are deleted, no , archived photos on nights of my heartbreak.
You are, you, on nights of my heartbreak.
You are an ocean of sad in which I swim tirelessly for happy inspiration.
You are endless, yet so empty.
You are everything, yet... .... Everything.