Parting Poem by Namrata Biswas

The worse, worse than the parting
We don't exist
We can't exist
And yet we do exist
Somewhere in the sips of coffee 
Between the closing and opening 
Of the elevators 
In the lost pings of sns messages 
Hummed with beats of songs 
All these are so cliched
The sighs are so clichéd 
We can't grieve or mourn
No one died
Feelings live and breathe 
They fog our brains 
But, our hearts beat 
Heart goes about it's daily routine 
Blood pours out of it
Maybe
Maybe 
The heart is a gaping wound now
The day it heals
Is the day we die.