In My Cold Sweat

By Vomna Mohan

Fully rolled up sleeve, showing cute biceps are winning me

your mars glasses through which you watch your venusian

months longing of the lone shoulders just for one self

your always go to wear, the huge black sandals are endearing

home mirror where every morning comely pictures are taken

always green baggies you wear, only I can connect to

Your nose scrunch, people never really knew the underlying meanings

every detail now ghosts me with tittle-tattles in dreams, while perfect plays background

am afraid, I’ve lost you!

By Vomna Mohan