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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