Every night after a long tiring or a lazy day,
When I curl up in bed, I miss you.
That’s the only time I allow myself to slow down, or gives a
minute to think
The only time I allow myself to be free from anything else.
Then and there at that moment,
When my brain and mind slows down,
You suddenly walk into my memory… slowly but surely
As if you were waiting for me to just look
And all of a sudden
I get this sudden unquenchable urge to talk to you
To share with you all my day’s happenings
To tell you this and that
Thou it’s just a never-going-to-happen wish,
I still hope for the same
Then there are days
I just want to have a glimpse of you
A second of your time to talk to you for one last time
But… If was given that chance
What is it I really want to say?
I miss you? I wish you were here?
Or I wish we hadn't met?
Or just stare at your face? …
I wonder…
I wonder… what is it I really want to say when I see you…?
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P.S.
No! Not a poem… just a prose which was broken down to small fragments.
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