The Semicolon of US

By Aadharshini D S

I fooled myself into believing

I had written the full stop

to your chapter, my love.

But the truth was—

my heart never inked that mark.

You remained,

a never-ending manuscript in my soul,

lines unfolding beyond the margins of time.

Every full stop I imagined

was only a disguise;

each one curved back into a semicolon—

a pause, not an end,

a breath between sentences,

a promise that your story

would linger on in mine.

By Aadharshini D S