On a sill of a broken window
I could see scattered images
of the time in the past, that
we have spent in togetherness
Mirroring pain and pleasure alike
Now,
You let me pass
The futility of my ocular vision
That you are not there
for my receptivity -
Upending my affection to the twinkling stars
In this full moon night
I lay here contemplating
The count of broken windows
that may have been left unattended
Behind my closed and swollen eyes
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