What Love Left Behind.

By Sanjana Kale

In the curse of June,

July took everything.

And when August starts,

I try to become me.

Everything is fine

I can even feel.

But the tears won’t fall,

So my eyes begin to ache.

Sleep has fully

Forgotten my address,

While tiredness lives

On the first floor

With an open door.

My mind has become a shelf

Of things I should tell someone.

The person in me is good at speaking,

It hold the stories

I never say out loud.

Every time I decide to run,

The “me” comes back

She loves too much.

Every person who left her

Once said, “I love you so much,”

But never stayed.

The thing is

I want to scream

and Cry,

And say “I miss my father.”

But I doubt he’ll return...

Because he loved me too much.

By Sanjana Kale