Nilshree Damani Yelulkar

It was a sunrise to remember when your memories rushed. Thinking of you, I kept walking on cobblestone streets. There was a deep conversation between my heart and head. I failed to understand why star crossed our love when we were each other’s north star. Seasons witnessed our union and inseparable bond like peaches and wine. Today every tattoo studio reminds me of your sacred heart tattoo which you got inked before the faerie hum whispered the fading summer of our ever blossoming love.