I have been in constant constellation
May be, my mental obstruction
Looking for old updates in your pages
Recalling the adhesives of our ages
And hoping nothing got out-worn,
Hopefully, cancer war was finally won,
And you have energy for more coffee
To keep off the usual cold and gruff…
I have been looking across the road,
From the stalls that sells cod,
In reminiscence of that day it rained,
And you stood there drained
Finding me a nice fish meal,
And I, awed by your hallow,
Sheltering by the weeping willow,
Scribbled a note, in my world,
To be by your side in the ward…
Unfortunately, I failed my test of hope…
I bowed down in the fall of that year,
Even before you…by stress and wear,
I know, neither you nor I, did expect it,
But you wrote me encouraging update,
Calling me by my middle name,
That resolve should never be lame…
This morning I found you, in my drab,
And stopped my browser to sob
For you- a double trickle of warm tears,
My surprised happiness after so many years
Of waiting to see an update on your pages.
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