We met after what it felt like a lifetime.
I came running to you
carrying months of pain & excitement,
& the hug feels unrequited.
You then put your hands on my cheeks,
but your fingertips felt cold & numb,
just like winter cold January.

That very moment,
my cheeks became pale, I lost all the blush,
& the red never came back from your love.
– Why though?

©Kinjal Jain