I think I must’ve made you up in hasty dreams,

parts of you still incomplete, so now I look for

your missing face in the pages of my memories,

but as the days go by, I realize, I should probably

start at the middle and skip to the end, because really,

I don’t even know where you begin – you’re everywhere,

and now that your silence is smeared over

the air that I breathe, I can almost taste

the bitter scent of another reverie…

~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

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