The Only Topic We Don't Touch

There's silt in my hair

And clay on my boots

She's standin' right there

I know not what's good

A rose in my hand

And words in my head

The wave always breaks

It never forgets

The petals will break

Her heart in the mud

What good is my love

If it only ever hurts

I should know by now

That Alice wouldn't care

If there's clay on my boots

Or silt in my hair

 - By Ritvij. 5/Nov/2022. At home, Raebareli.