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It was a warm morning
that smelled of mildew
interspersed with the
fragrance of flowers, few

You felt familiar
fingers intertwined
That steady pulse,
your hand in mine

The sunlight reflected
in those pools of brown
Our shallow breathing;
the only sound

Those mornings now
haunt me, teasingly
As I mull over the futility
of something, that could never be

It creeps in, unexpected,

Like a ray of light, stray

With the dawn of

Yet another day

 

Like a gust of wind

In an arid desert

A mirage that its presence

Will deviously assert

 

Like the drops of rain

Greedily soaked in

By the parched ground-

An indulgent sin

 

It will stay, mocking

Teasing what you cherish

Will then disappear, as suddenly as it came

Leaving you bereft, steadily to perish

It gets cold in here

Without the warmth

Of your body flowing

Ceaselessly, into me dear

 

I am barely alive

Every breath a struggle

Every thought

To conjure, I strive

 

There are people, in scores

Surrounding me

Yet for survival, I need

You, and I shall ask for no more.

 

 

As I sit here, with the sun setting low

The pages of my diary, reminiscent of you

I wonder if the smudged words are coming together

Because of my tears, or the evening dew

While you may be in another world, unaware

Finding love in the arms, of a woman new

 

I may forget the promises you made, the words you spoke

But I will remember, the ripples, in my dead heart they evoked

 

I may forget the journeys we made, the places we visited

But I will remember, how you took my hand in yours, when we were seated

 

I may forget the times we fought, parted with bitterness

But I will remember, how gently, later, my face you caressed

 

I may forget if we ever spoke of an uncertain future, a tomorrow that may not come

But I remember you easing my fears, as in my ear, you whispered those tranquilizing hums

 

I wish I could and would forget, all at once, let it go

Yet, I keep struggling, attempting, to find a way to do so

It’s not the burning red

Nor the bruises, black and blue

But the scars imprinted on my heart

I wish would cease to be true

Write me letters
That smell of you
Words splattered
With early morning dew
Raw thoughts
Thrown around
As you pour your heart
I hear their sound
 
Tease me with a
Long silence
Building anticipation
A wait, taut, tense
Let me get consumed
By the spaces in between
The lines you’ve written
And those I’ve seen
 
Beg me not
To see your face
To feel your presence
Or cover this space
For if we met
It would only lead
To bitter disappointment
Caused by the greed
 
I am sharing you
With the grey skies, overcast
The sound of thunder
The drizzles that last
 
I am sharing you 
With the people on the streets
The bowed heads
The shuffling feet
 
I am sharing you 
With their devouring eyes
The truth in their depths
The barely disguised lies
 
I have to let go, the end is near
It’s not that I never, held you dear
It was perhaps love, I did care
I just have never, learnt to share

My mouth has
A salty aftertaste
Perhaps from the tears
I swallowed in haste
Maybe this is when
I should feel some pain
But my senses seem to be dulled
By the cold pouring rain

Moving ahead, with blinding speed
Blurring away, roads I see
The pace responsible?
Or the tears unchecked, flowing free?

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