Author Information
THE STORY THAT WAS
many moons ago, I acquired
the habit of writing to you;
everyday, sweet, unrelenting
vows of keeping in touch.
you stopped writing
my verses –
wasted on many
lines you don’t recite;
this estrangement of unrhymed
words, paper and ink
what metaphors
need to be forgotten?
Surely, I won’t weep
over your name, but would trace
tell-tale signs of poems
on an empty heaven.
