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A Room That Forgot How to Echo
The clock in the hallway hadn’t ticked in three years. But Mia still wound it every Sunday morning, like muscle memory that refused to forget. The same way she left the porch light on at night. The same way she kept his shoes by the door.
By Shakil Sorkar9 months ago in Poets
"The Last Cup of Coffee"
The bell above the door chimed as Elena stepped into the tiny café on 7th Avenue, brushing snow from her coat and pulling the scarf tighter around her neck. The place was warm, humming with quiet conversations and the soft hiss of the espresso machine. She ordered her usual — one black coffee, one oat milk latte — and took a seat by the window.
By Shakil Sorkar9 months ago in Poets
The Light Between Two Windows
It was the kind of winter in New York City where even the streetlights looked tired. Snow clung to the sidewalks like forgotten promises, and the city pulsed quietly beneath its usual roar. Somewhere in the East Village, in an aging brownstone split into narrow apartments, two strangers lived across from one another, separated by little more than thirty feet of air and glass.
By Shakil Sorkar9 months ago in Poets
I want to be so many things
Once bright orange, nasturtiums will wlit and then turn golden, but we won’t notice. Bold crimson hibiscus hues will leak and fold inwards, resiliently reddening before turning pink or brown, but we won't notice. The bougainvillea will deadhead themselves before the wind comes to get them, while the rose petals dance on their way out and the jacarandas cremate themselves where we walk; and we will likely - still - not notice.
By Mingling with the Moon 9 months ago in Poets
To the heart, who got what it wanted:
Hey you, If you are asking; yes, it still hurts. Every goodbye, every ending. You still feel it deeply. But don’t worry, you have perfected that introduction you were working on and were so nervous about. Let the anxious one in you be reassured, you hold yourself better now.
By Mingling with the Moon 9 months ago in Poets
