Nostalgia

By Nivedita P

“Hearts are meant to be broken” you said.

“And so are promises..”

That’s why I wondered, you never made any..

“And slitting wrists is easy” I said, thoughtlessly touching my bruises…

“I think out of despair and melancholy.”

That was yesterday.

When our hearts ached for conversations and silence.

Now,

We exist as ghosts in each other thoughts, invisible but true.

For life as we know,

Offers neither respite nor repeat .

We mindlessly cruise the labyrinths of life rushing and brushing through long forgotten memories…

Of broken hearts and slit wrists…

By Nivedita P