Fog
- Hashtag Kalakar
- 57 minutes ago
- 1 min read
By Bhavya Barai
I keep walking through people
like they’re seasons I can’t name.
Everyone feels like spring
until they leave.
I try to remember
where warmth ends and illusion starts,
but the fog between heart and mind
is thicker than before.
And sometimes,
when I almost forget you
I meet another almost,
and start remembering again.
By Bhavya Barai

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