By Bandana Terangpi
There’s a feeling - I swear
A feeling blured like fog, cling onto my chest.
It’s real but I never knew it lived.
I miss the time I’ve never lived,
Like an ache that whispers but never speaks,
And I ache for the whisper I can’t name
A memory I never made, yet mourn.
It’s my feeling but I can’t name it.
It’s a feeling I know but don’t understand.
Like loving a face that doesn’t have a name,
A face that isn’t a person, a person that’s not real.
And maybe it’s the emptiness of missing,
Of yearning for what’s never been born.
By Bandana Terangpi
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