Scissors

We used to traverse upon fresh seas and thin lines,
now seas are getting older and we’re getting thinner,
the love is no longer rooted on the ground,
after the flood,
t’was washed away.
I thought it’s only your clothes that has been taken,
but you went ahead,
leaving my body exposed –
I forgot, it’s my shirt that you wore the same day,
the storm came into our house.
Now you cut my into two without even trying to.

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