'You will search for me in another person, I promise' Fallen mist dripping down the earthen hues of a failed evening. A lonely frigid coffee mug courting your laughter trapped in the yesterday, little ochre and a little pale whiff of your breath. I sit by it. You called? I did look around, wistful.. I smiled, time hasn't washed off your musked linen, and I still have it neatly folded and warmly kept with the broken coffee mug. ~ Deepti An evening!
