Strangers

Drawing by Meena

In the day's heat

I sought myself in you.

Strangers we were, still are

silhouettes in each other's eyes.

Remnants of a deflected time. 

Monotony

Nonexistence is

claustrophobic.

I fear remaining an outline.

Your warmth lingers

uncaptured,

fading into opacity.

I know 1 will burn

till the fire burns in me.

-Meena Chopra

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