I will unlove you and become hollow,
undo every feeling from its hold.
I will restrict blood flow and circulate the cold,
deflate my heart and become shallow.
I will numb my tongue and choose not to swallow,
tie up my larynx, let love go untold.
I will scrub sensation from every fold.
and squeeze the tenderness from my marrow,
But will I still be your Saradha tomorrow?
What becomes of us when love lets go?
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