Poetry

Singeing signature- Poem

I have let go of memories, the madness,

Common sense and clutter.

Yet I cling on to parched paper

Holding on to it with dear life,

Solely for the ink of your name

Scribbled across it haphazardly –

Like the notes of a divine melody

Strung across the sheet

I listen to it, and I bleed.

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