At first I thought the title was long for the poem, but then I get it. It completes the poem!! The poem is so sad, and it leaves a lingering feeling, I think it’s because of the repetition at the end.
Love this, well done Shruti :)
‘I hear city ghosts crying their lungs out
while clawing at their chests for something other than air.’
My favorite line. I find myself grasping for something anything real anything I can hold. Thanks for sharing.