A Wandering Soul
Premkumar Masilamani
04 Nov 2026
I want to hug her, one last time.
I want to feel her warmth, feel her breath, feel her heart, feel her body.
Feel myself. Again.
That won’t happen.
My life is right here, without me.
What a pathetic life!
Why can’t I feel myself?
Why do I need her?
Why does her smile make me happy?
Why do her tears tear me apart?
I don’t know.
Why still?
That’s the mystery.
I knew. I knew. I knew.
Only I knew.
What a tragedy!
Expressed my love to the void.
I’m lovably challenged.
A loveless life is much kinder.
Fuck it.
Fuck me.
Fuck her.
I want to fuck her all day, all night.
Fuse the bodies with love.
Inseparable.
A new element in the periodic table.
Fuck my language.
Fuck the reader.
Why doesn’t she give a damn about me?
Love is all I offered.
Maybe that’s why she left.
Yeah…
That’s why she left.
Still,
I want to hug her…
One last time.
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