Posted On May 12, 2021
By Pabasara Jayakody
Looking at my gallery and can’t help the tears that blur my vision
Looking here, looking there, only fragments of us
Until there’s nothing but particles left of us
Shattered under the weight of a destiny
We can’t control
Glass shards that hurt to touch
Memories that hurt to remember.
Us. Until it’s a hollow word.
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