My mornings started with
your wishes
My noon filled with your
concern
My evenings lit up by your
lively talks
And nights were, when you
made me
Wonder at the beauty of,
even the darkest moonless nights.
Yes… I miss all those days,
noon and nights.
But your absence from my
present,
Makes your presence in my
past,
Worth living into the
future.
Like every drop of rain,
That falls down to
Meet the earth
And raise a bit of dust
above,
Carrying the wonderful smell
to the nostrils,
Every tear drop that touches
my pillow
Brings back the fragrance of
your memories,words and…
Your silence...
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