Thursday, December 22, 2011

Home reminds me of you

Home reminds me of you
You still linger in these vacant rooms
Like burning incense
To the shrine of Sanamahi
 It reminds me of the girl
 Who spent sleepless nights
 Thinking of you,
 Tracing you, your scar
 Loving you, your mouth
 That girl is now no more
Perhaps just a remnant
Perhaps the silent scar of torrid love.

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