perpetually I chase after you
you with your nostalgic scent
and tree farms bursting with images of freedom and innocence
each time we meet,
we play again and again
like toddlers with new Legos
chasing after butterflies and dandelions
but then—
we
part
and you hold it all
—the laughter, the sunshine, my palate
and I—
I am left perpetually
yearning our reunion.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
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