Treasure Island

Aparna Chatterjee


With Me


Yesterday
You were
With me

Today
You are
Not with me

My daughter
I miss you
When I jog

Wish you were
Always with me

Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 25, 2013

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(dedicated to my daughter, my jogging partner; she accompanies me on the weekends, on the weekdays she is in school, so I miss her)

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