Broken Marriage

My forehead is now damp

Standing in this heat

Seems like there is a fire

Started just beneath my feet.

Seldom comes a wind

That puts me to ease

Like those early days

That early spring breeze.

My car broke down

I tried to make amends

Finally had to give up,

it's always how it ends.

Memories with the car

Go long and deep

The good rides we had,

That giant highway leap.

Here I stand waiting

Staring at my keys

Until I find the right bus

A wait is all there is.

© Nirmalya Panigrahi