Tasneem Kagalwalla

Revel the isolation.

Cherish the anonymity.

Ignore the risks.

It’s our secret!

Embrace the pain.

Make it ours alone.

Intoxication fades.

The bubble bursts.

Thrust into blinding light.

The world rushes in.

Was it real?

What was real?

Pain shared.

Comfort and joy.


We are crushed.

We must do it again.

Enjoyed your poem and wanted to comment.

Somehow that turned into a poem, though I’ve never before written one.

Thank you.

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