Shruti Talekar | Contributing Editor
a day the rain so strong, a cry did burst
mid Tokyo lost in shock and hurt no heart
left tact but leave pain and rain in roads
so full of life and joy but you are you.
and he still left with rage in tears of love
a game we play on loop and I now spark
the flame or bomb to end our peace but
my heart is split. the guilt did push a spot.
the core, my shame did stand but feet from him
a time and space of food and clothes but know
we came and kiss the day back alive. hands
that hold so tight my waist at night but now
are put on Bart the simp and eyes that cry
in stores for love of man and gifts like crowns.
Ny’Ara Willis writes about love, life and self image. Talk to them at [email protected].