Never Made Whole

By Aadharshini D S

The only thing that remains with you

when all have left - 

is the shredded heart,

stitched with memories that never fade,

now turned cold, 

tightening the chest,

choking the breath,

spiraling into silent panic.

But once,

it was warm -

a master of love, of care, of giving.

Yet never once did it find a soul

who stayed,

who fought,

who made it whole.

By Aadharshini D S