Amour, No More

Urmi Chakravorty posted under Poetry Tale-a-thlon S2: Poetry on 2022-08-08

Dull, grey, cold – it bides time listlessly, Looking askance at the door, in the hope Of that ever-elusive footfall — mine, Dreams dashed, it sheds silent tears through the night. I pine, I cry, I resolve, I set out To meet my love, the one I spurned so long, But my leaden footsteps betray me I hit, not the treadmill, but the cake lounge!!   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!