She was a hangover

stains of flowers on a bed.

a gash of a broken glass bangle.

silence without sub tittle.

She was the moon rising like pride

secrets entwined.

She was a bitten lip,

a chewed nail,

Smudged ink in an unopened mail.

A cloud that rose from essence sticks

Wisp of hair i couldn’t fix.

She was spices that sting.

Drenched saris that cling.

She was an Unapologetic spill of wine

A shiver down my spine.

She was all things I’ll never forget

She was just one of her kind.