Poetry

The Missing Breaths!

Our first kiss
Felt like we were
The first couple
To experience the true feel
Of our lips.
Easier to count
All the breaths
Ever taken
In the bedroom
We once called ours,
Then know
How long a broken heart
Will take to heal.
I miss it
It’s still there,
In a way.
But I still,
Do miss it.
The laughs,
Stories,
Conversations,
Touches,
Admiration,
Love.
The way it was.
Those are what
I really miss.
~Monalisa Parida
India

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