18 august 2022
After Valentine
The art of faking
will not come to me.
Your breadth
twists the moon, making
a dent on the face
of lookalike.
Becoming a stranger,
celebrating love― without
my arms of flames.
An old story repeats.
Beautiful but trembling,
the farewell handshake.
Neither comes
nor goes, the vase life
of withering roses.
The sculpture
was not yet ready.
The angel recapitulates.
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