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will you come calling today
I asked my breath in hushed whisper?

why do you doubt she asked
examining her perfect nails
tossing back her lustrous mane
flicking off the invisible lint
straightening the already smooth kurta?

recalling the restless night
the tossing and turning
the burnt out candles
the tissue strewn floor
gazing out to an unseen scene
with the ghost of smile playing on my lips, I said
'it would be ok if you couldn't, you know
it really wouldn't matter if you couldn't'.