The cold closure.

There’s a knife through my back

Reaching my bleeding heart

Leaving behind a crimson trail

There’s a sword through my mind

Creeping up on my weeping soul

Where your sweet laughter hails

The scar on my arm

Singing our story

To the vagabond, numb and frail

There’s a tear on your cheek

Watching the world

Putting me to death, as it assails

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In collaboration with Gauri Walecha.