I They It We

What I thought was solitude
Was merely self indulgent loneliness

Then one day my heart stopped
My perplexed brain gave in too

Desensitized all sensibility
I hypothesized in null form

The tide, low and far too still
They no longer played
They no longer spoke

Remotely seen
It still lives to share this

How, we don't know

poem by Sneha Ganguly
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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