They were neighbors ever since they were born.
Somewhere in between the inseparable ages,
closed curtains became more often & rooftop meetings ceased.
Growing up happened.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
