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The sky weeps
for the sun
is never to be drunk again.
Cheeks once nestled
beneath a soft pink canopy,
nails trailing whispers
across warm brown skin,
eyes bathed
in each other’s oceans.
The moon holds
what our lips will not,
endlessly adrift
in night’s memory.
Sanum Patel is a South Asian writer and attorney based in New York City. He writes both to unsettle and make you laugh, exploring emotional complexity wherever it lives. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Out Front Magazine, Decolonial Passage, Silly Goose Press, Poetry for Mental Health, and Little Old Lady Comedy. He has been recognized with personal editorial notes by The Missouri Review.