each time
i look at you,
everything about you
crumbles upon my heart.
your hazel eyes,
looking at me.
the metaphors on my lips,
reciting your touch.
the poems on my fingertips,
describing about our love.
and the hymn in my ears,
preaching your name.
everything feels like melancholy,
and it sounds synonymous to your name.
yet, i don't shrink. i don't mourn.
i just stay calm,
as now i know
that you were just
a catastrophe
and i've learnt
how to emerge from them.
//lesson//
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