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Anitha Devi Pillai
Each time there is much less of you
to hold and to cherish,
or just to watch my heart
reflected in your eyes
until there is nothing to watch at all.
sat by the door,
waiting for your footsteps
hoping for a shadow
from dusk to dawn
His heavy eyelids dropped to a slumber
They had to -
his heart and soul seeping out
It had to be stopped.
"Sleep, my forgotten one, sleep,
your heart is showing in your eyes."
First published in Advaitam Speaks Literary, 2019
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