Mid Autum’s Ache

a piece of poem that is broken

Shishir

After a long Autumn’s night,
I am writing,
writing about my feelings,
writing that I am heart broken,
I have always been heart broken.
nothing new--
like eating, drinking water, taking shower,
even in my sleep,
I’m heart broken.
I am writing about the most familiar feelings,
wondering,
what being loved would be like,
how is it to love someone and receive love in return.
how would that sound
if someone ever say I want to be with you,
I want to keep you.
now,
where do I go?
Who do I talk to about this calamity?
What do I say while wanting to talk about love that I never knew?