Some relationships are just that - all in the head...
Tag: Hurt
Poetry: The Day You Died
I was in a shock, I think. Holding the phone to my ear With one hand, I ironed the same dress For an hour, Until I saw the holes Burnt through the fabric, Much like my heart. No, I don't love you anymore. I had that sorted out long back. Until Now...
Tiny Story: After
The loneliness had become too much. Every one told him that he should move to a new city and start over again. He could, then, meet new people, and may be, even find love again... He looked at his children: five and eight. Would they mind moving? Of course, they would! Their lives were here … Continue reading Tiny Story: After
