By Vijayalakshmi Harish
The Time Traveler’s Love Letter the rain plays games with me. it whispers to the eager earth about my broken heart. the fragrance that rises, reminds me that on this map, we are worlds separated by many boundaries, and a void. bridges break, flight is forbidden, directions dissolve. the wind returns to me every breath I take in your name. the understanding that i am the one who sailed too soon, got lost, stranded in this parallel world is its own special ache. i feast on my apologies; pretend that my letters still find you. your colours are all i see in the disappearing autumn and the unfurling winter. i wonder if your seasons are the same. how do i heal? how do i find my way back?
Vijayalakshmi Harish is a writer, poet, and the author of Strangely Familiar Tales, a self-published collection of short stories. Her work has previously been published in various online journals.
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