i hide my heartache
like people hide their money,
cashed in boxes no would see,
hidden under beds,
behind almirahs,
in lockers under multiple identities.
i hide my heartache
like people hide their secrets,
lost in arched eyebrows
and meaningful stares,
under hot breaths
and pursed lips.
i hide my heartache
like people hide their hopes,
in checkboxes and lists,
in roses and notes,
dropping them every now and then,
scared of burning them to crisps.
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7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
