XVII. Absurd

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I wrote your name in bigger font,
But you ghosted me and then did haunt,
And every syllable of that word,
I've now realized,
Was so absurd.

You made no sense yet made me senseless,
I followed your track and returned a mess,
You had loved me too, I know!
Too afraid to ask,
Too shy to show !

And now that we have these mountains in between,
And we are distant, more than we've ever been,
I'm letting my soul get ripped apart,
And bid you farewell so that you can depart,
Even from the outskirts of my heart.

-Aditi

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