… I am not lonely. I am just fond of imagining you. I prick my heart with the thought of youand it bleeds ,but only a bit. Enough to show that it is alive.Enough to tell me to go on. It beats for youand bleeds for me. That is how fair my love is.And thisContinue reading ““Picturing You” – Nayana Nair”
You are goneand I try to hold the spoon like you used to.I chew my food with my left molars as you did.The ghosts that I have wronged, that I have forgottennow include half of my teeth, teeth you would have never used. You are goneand you are happy (probably).So I memorize name and phoneContinue reading ““Folds” – Nayana Nair”
I want to slip into the spots of the moon that you look at so fondly on the nights that you are about to break.