When The Missing Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

When The Missing



When the missing
stung at your breast
you came drunkard
carrying your hot tears
in the cup.
Dating offered wine,
Drank in full and full
Go sick and tired of love.
You left,
Pushing the love
Against its breast.

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