We cross
paths.
You are
distant
in a
different world
a different
dimension.
I see you, look through me.
Do I dream
or wake?
I feel
nothing.
A void,
where once emotions lay.
There’s no
beauty nor blemish.
Only the
moment
Intertwined
with its consequence.
Are we
strangers?
traversing through,
living out our
realities?
Or just fragments of each other’s lies?
The real
you
The real me
Hidden beneath
the ashes
Of unsaid words
unlived
memories.
By Anubha Mamgain
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