A bruised memory
on the mind’s landscape
Faint, discolored
that’s what the years with you
have become, Maa
I shrink from
touching it again -
scared of the blood
that might ooze out,
scared of the pain
I would feel all over again
Yet
I dig around the bruise
with a little finger of pain
Gasping at the hurt
Crying yet again
I’m keeping you alive
in my heart, Maa
Even if the distance between us
drives me insane..
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