Our paths may have separated,
Set an unspoken rule as well,
Still three aches– I had to stay with.
First wound, who sticks in my clear view,
Posing as if cheerfully placed,
Labeled in my favorite hue.
Second wound stayed hanging here too,
Her home’s key, with a savory taste,
Chained to mine, amongst them it flew.
Third wound coasting old ghosts of you,
Clothing my tea, stringfully graced,
This one stayed, together with me it grew.
Although our lives are different,
These three wounds keep reminding me,
A picture of us together.