Sanjaya 7/12

Just B Poetry

I try and touch your whisper
escapes my grasp
I run to the place where we meet
to find myself alone in the sunshine
holding my heart in my teeth.
I eat memories’ nostalgia
like childhood windowpanes and thunderstorms.
I strive to the infinite dead end,
but choke on love.
Bloodied in battle I seek my spoils
who is the victor?
Sanjaya.

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