When the heart aches

Pic : Self

I open my palm,
to let you go,

your name,
you didn’t find,

in the
lines engraved,

you believe
in the written,

i believe
in the felt,

and i guess
that is enough,

for what needs
to be said,

to the
aching heart,

which inspite
of repeatedly,

screaming out
your name,

remained unheard,
and remained unread.

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