And
that day
I was freed from the thread of affection,
I was freed from the thread of affection,
I began to float in the
nothingness,
just like a gentle bird’s quill.
All the —maybe, maybe not—
suspended.
The fear of separation ripped apart.
An impulse of love folded,
comforting gaze lost its essence.
The
day when he sternly uttered
'I need space.'
- Ankita Chauhan
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