Falling leaves
approaching dusk
and old photographs
make me cry.

Unshed tears
the limited time
pills large and small
constrict my throat.

Precious moments
fugues in time
halcyon days
swim before my eyes.

The touch of your hands
hope in your eyes
the smile on your face
are all I need to go on.

Ananya Das
Research Proposal Specialist

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