There’s a realm of concern in what he utters even though it feels poignant.
But then how do I forget the one who has held these fingers of mine since I’ve been in my senses?
The one who strokes my tongue with the utmost sanity!
It has never been unusual to have that irreplaceable niche for the first love of yours in the most subtle corner of your psyche :’)
But guess this gluttony soul of mine has to take the backseat for a while!
A childhood not willing to leave us 