I trundle forward-- Carefully evading The razor-edged shards Left in your wake. Yet, I cannot disregard The throbbing memory Of your gelid eyes; Or, the bitter aftertaste Of your saccharine kiss; Or, the mordant venom Of your lingering touch. But, here I am-- Endeavoring to survive; Despite the aftermath Of your loving curse. "Aftermath" #love #diwa #yqbaba