The Dark Side of Love

2nd Saturday prompt: reuse the words

Paroma Sen
Scrittura
Published in
5 min readFeb 10, 2024

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Photo by Andrew Hughes on Unsplash

My hands are cold from the biting wind and rain. The hike was so peaceful, so healing, but it got wet towards the end. And my new rain poncho wasn’t up to the task of completely keeping me dry. So, my hands got wet. Stayed wet.

I look at you, striding ahead of me. In days past, you would stop, say something, or give me a kiss. Now you have

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Paroma Sen
Scrittura

“Do not go gentle into that good night, but rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”