last ~ poetry

another attempt at finishing

the last time she was this hurt

i remembered her bold.

the next time you feel this

bold, let me underline you.

i'll remind you that love is

as important as the right to

not defend yourself.

if, by the time this ant returns,

i sweep the anthill away, can it

carve, out of the ricegrain it carries,

a shell for its comfort? i'm going

back home tomorrow. see you. 

~ ajay

30/9/2024