Poem: Age

Photo credit: Aditya Saxena

Alone on a sofa:  I contemplate:

Number has become of me,

“age, age, age!”

“can’t u see, true love awaits?”

My inner voice says to me,

love was toxic; insane jealousy!

““my true love, have u forgotten me?”

Bring ‘him ‘ home: healthy, joyful and free!

Empress Journee