Read Poem: I CAN’T BE YOURS, by Damayanti B

Her ebullience
silently erodes
my acrid emotions.
The scent of her roses
fill me to sway from my notions.

An epistle of love
will never be enough,
for my love to show
and how buried I am
like the plant in snow.

She was with another man
whom I call a friend.
Little can I control my dopamine
with her in between,
in the triangle with a dead end.

She is the queen of my dreams.
Her easy prattle and
our laughter frozen in time,
pop in and out of mind,
yet, I dare say I’m letting her go.

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