Infinite deaths

And he just sat there quite.
Observing.
Lost in his own thoughts.
Listening to her giggly talks.
Tucking her hair behind her ear.
Those silky untied hair.
She turned.
Looked at him.
Watching her blushing smile.
He died.
Again for the Hundredth of time.

- Rohit Nikam.

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