to sink in...
and scissor my soul.
My eyes took time
to focus...
at your retreating back.
The knife took time
to plunge..
deeper into the wound.
The rain took time
to wipe...
the protest off my lips.
The pain took time
to shrink...
to a smaller size.
The time took time
to move...
in a clockwork direction.
Each year took time
to erase...
yet another memory.
...Except for my heart
that somewhat ceased to tick,
before your words took time
to sink in...
and scissor my soul.
Deepika Marwah
Isn't my mom just awesome?
