Find me

 






I'm lurking between the palpitations as if

I'm the matter and the thought

While I swing between you and me

I wonder if I'm there at all. 

I wonder if I'm there while we draw lines

I wonder if I'm there

 when you're awake and I'm dying 

I wonder if I'm there

when there's love and tangled breaths 

I wonder if I'm there when things are being said. 

I wonder and  I slip away

feeling the aching

tingle inside my soul

While I swing between you and me

I wonder, if I'm there at all.

Comments

  1. Varun13 October 2025 at 17:33

    I once read that only love can transend space and time despite someone being light years away, so yes, you will be there.

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  2. Piyush20 December 2025 at 06:03

    Soft, aching, and incredibly relatable

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