She told me this would happen
That the time present would fly
But the time past would stay.
Hearts that pounded together
Would break alone, and
Divide in solitude, into twins.
She said one twin will fly to her
And the other, trapped in my body,
Would pine, afflicted with recollection.
Now, oceans apart,
Through the gauze of what we left in each other,
Telegram, WhatsApp, Skype
Reveal to us, barely, our misty faraway loves.
Featured image: Love, by Javad Hamidi, WikiArt.org