Disavowed

My fingers are now blistered

from touching the asphalt

On my driveway cement,

the one that was abraded

By your soft but thorny

Enduro tires. The skin on

my fingers are slowly

peeling off from the burn,

but I was busy trying

to push down all corners

of my chest, to free up

my breathing passage

to notice that. I was

busy trying to recall

my past mistakes

to justify why you

had the right to leave.

You wandered off to where

the violent wind takes you

exploring new grounds

that I can’t cross, even

if I tried to get to you,

our magnetic poles

are constantly

pushing us

backwards.

 

by,

Naddy Zahari, KL.

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