Solitudes and regrets

Evenings are for solitudes.

But your thoughts always creep in.

They creep in slowly and steadily like the smell of wet mud before rains.

Bitter words and cold faces appear like violent winds that blow away the black clouds that always scared me.

All that remains are the remains of your face fresh like the first day,

Reminding me of the remains of your lingering tongue pinned up on mine the first time.

Reminding me of your hands holding me like the whole universe guised into you to embrace me.

Reminding me of being alive, mesmerized amidst the dark vast sky full of stars.

Evenings live only till the moon rises just like you.

Solitudes are a myth because you always creep in through memories.

They are not always regrets like sunsets.

It reminds of the arriving moon and rains that subtly pave way for muse and poetry.

I have no regrets now. You are my breeze. You will never stay but you never left.

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PC: @gangsofcinepur 

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