Poem session: Longing

Written by: Aryanshi

In love I had sculpted my face into yours. Now I dig my nails into the clay, And let it crumble in my palms like the rest of our promises.

My fingers ache; for now they've forgotten my own face. Neither do they remember yours.

The agony has befallen. A lover shall come and save me, or maybe agony is my only lover?