People have come and
People have left.
Honestly it’s like a subway ride,
I know the routes,
The timings,
The stations,
The regulars,
Everyday some new face,
Yet it’s the same routine.
But I hope that,
unlike all the stations-
I’ve stopped getting off at,
I keep getting off at yours,
And exploring every inch of you.
So please don’t make me-
Let go of you just yet,
And change routes ,
For I wish to have you ,
In my life for as long as possible ,
I’d like to get used to this new routine.
Poignant and beautiful. I’ve enjoyed reading your poetry!
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Thank you 🙂
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