Deaf Soulmates
by Fatima Azeem
Three words ran across space
Space told me it was too late
Now, they dance underneath a street light
And the moths look from above with pity
“Who other than us could burn from pain?”
Attracted to something so far away
The words now yearn with regret
“If only we spoke before time was set”
The wind carries uphill and through valleys
And yet never towards the right person
Never the right heart
Now these words are spoken from another
And the hands you placed on my soul feel more like bruises
Rather than wishes and kisses of our love
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