Aqueous

Do you remember what I had
said to you, a year before? How could
I not love you? How could I
not? We had just met. (...) my heart had a
void in its vocabulary just the size
of your name. Love is so small. It
could fit into the hole in a bead, the eye
of a needle, and still not seal it.
It's this world that is so huge.

Now our lives feel reduced
to abacuses.
I count the days it will be before
I can see you, you count
the days it's been since I left.

The Murder Mile: "Water", Sharanya Manivannan