Red

By Shruti Shah

my hair stands,

eyes drown and

soul touches life.

he was special.

his letter tattoed on my wall,

his presence tattoed on my heart.

where is he?

breaths not under control.

unattainable imaginations white.

o my lover, o my friend,

I’m lost.

his brown eyes, my escape.

metaphysical questions lost their significance

whilst his soul was around.

he was beautiful.

his face sharp,

his heart gloomy

and soul masked.

I fell in love.

a wand that made the madness of the world disapper.

a silent lonely tree in the middle of nowhere

was I.

heart drowned,

but wanted the same sea bed.

first became the last.

irreplaceable is his presence

and I like it that way.

one sided love is innocent ,

and innocence always resides in hell;

a beautifully tragic hell.

an absence is always felt.

I form a figure of his through the colors running in my fingers.

we dance;

his melancholic past and my melancholic future weld together.

in each others bodies we lay ,

a magic potion; love.

are you okay?

are you still breathing?

want to know his smell again.

do the leaves still blush when he sees them?

I miss him the way my life misses death

and the way teens miss life.

hand on my chest,

I can sense he’s alive.

the way blanket blackens the world,

he stained me red.

did he ever love me though?

By Shruti Shah