It burned bright, incinerated, set ablaze my whole existence and rekindled my sunken thoughts.
The dark brown photo frame on the wooden bedside table wasn’t actually blank though it appeared so, as it's your picture that it was waiting for to cling on.
Mystifying, it felt at first in the initial days when I had shifted to this new place alone, far from my past tie ups breaking shackles that grasped me.
Little did I know, it was you who had pulled me, again, my twin flame, till the very morning of yesterday when I saw you drying yourself in the balcony, fresh from bath, droplets still hanging on like a stubborn desire, I found home in the middle of nowhere.
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