Megha Balooni
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

Precious/

I never thought mountains wouldn’t be able to erase something//

i hope this note finds you some day
sitting beneath smoky nights
place which was once a familiar home
you told me
you knew people around
so hush, and stop
and stop whilst we hushed
and sneak
and make
our way

to alleys and dungeons
and corners and crevices
tightening our grips
touching and untouching
fingers and cheeks

i hopt this note finds
you in the same place
in the same hope we had that day
the hope we would speak every night
i hope this night finds me afloat
in your thoughts
a recurring dream
for me? a nightmare
a reality

i hope this note makes you smile
makes me less cry
remember just the good things in between
(strikethrough)

i don’t know how to end the note.

Megha Balooni
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