Salt Poem by Anaswara Divakaran

Though I haven't seen her for so long,
I still think of her.

There were moments she needed me, I was never there.

She used to smile a lot,
pouring her heart through the sidelines of her eyes.

Now she smile,
hiding aches and shadows I could never fathom.

I wish I could be there,
But she doesn't look at me anymore.

She doesn't think of me when she needs a hug.

Wide awake at 2 PM,
I wept thinking about her sorrows.

Tears are salt waters,
Mere drops that couldn't comfort anyone.

I'm full of salt,
I'm salt.