We were never closer, as we are now.
We were never so much forgetful of each other, as we are now.
I want to walk away to another direction, another time–if possible
But I ended over travelling to the time we spent together.
Your memoirs seems to be always linger with me–
Is it how a spirit haunted an individual?
Though it’s being long, still your memories are prominent.
Your kisses, your smile, your pampering words–
It’s being long, and now will be not for forever,
I still hope for you, for your return.
Though it’s being long, I’m trying to get off–
All that are with you, and, I know it’ll not easier–
But, possible. Though it’s being long,
Your passing I anticipating…
From Poet’s Desk: