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Precious - Mohadessah Riyaz Ladiwala

But then, love,

How can I describe the pain of separation?

How do I describe that searing pain

Of having a part of my heart

Ripped off the rest?

Or worse than that, the pain of

The constant needling in my head-

The continuous pencilling in my heart

Of your face, your voice, your smile;

All out of fear of forgetting

Anything that mattered-

For few things hurt worse when I realize

That now, all I have with me

Are those tiny, fleeting seconds -

And I no longer feel I can trust my heart

With them, so precious to me.


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