Sitting by the window out of reach
I have been thinking of past sorrows
and joys, and so many things in between
feeling the filling of your being...
If wind blows and carries me away
what memories will I still keep
and to my surprise your face covered
all the snapshots I would take...
My heart is so full of you that not
An iota of self is left to imprint
my mind of what death feels or what
depth of sorrow would be left as I go...
Just the softness of wind on my cheek
sun warm on my exposed arm and the
fullness of a morning made beautiful
by sharing a few minutes with you...
You said come here see my office
when you haven't taken bite in two meals
So hungry and yet not in a hurry
making time, all alone in the dark...
You melt my heart with your glazed stare
I know your head hurts from constant glare
Still you have to race home in a bike
Back still aching from bumps of past ride...
Touching the furniture I watched you work
careful not to speak in the stillness
not to make you lose another precious hour
Tomorrow, and tomorrow I will be with you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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