Little poem things

 My calloused feet have seen more of this world
Than your young starry eyes.
So I'll wait,
Till they're wizened and dark,
And the world has wiped that smile off your lips.
Then maybe, we can be at the same level of ignorance,
To be as in love,
As you wish
We already were in.
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In many ways

This City was about you.

In intertwined fingers

In glittering nights,

Bird song at charukola.

To sit for hours watching

The grass greening

At our usual haunts.

I reject this City today

To forgive my flaws

Forget your memories

Replace us from the map.

To calm my pounding heart

At every intersection

That bears your name.

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