Lost Love Poem by Saju Abraham

Memories of her rise
Like blood on jagged glass
Each time it brushed
A fresh dropp trickled down
Currents of agony strike
Leaving me in constant pain
Waking me up of my numbed state

Do I want free from it?
Don’t I wish to run my hand
Over the jagged ends of glass
To feel that feeling again and again?
Love boxes you in that feeling
But lost love takes you to a treasure
A treasure you want never put down.