Far far away
the horizon gradually
loses its splendor
resisting reluctance not to.
Feathers and wings
flying home to rest
fills the sky that
drags feet to darkness.
Getting accustomed to
lazily pouring darkness
my eyes focus
through spaces in the gate,
searching for the familiar sight of
your handsome gait - etched in my memory,
ambling towards, me, waiting since morning,
for your reassuring hug.
Until I heard his kind words
'Waiting for him? '
I have forgotten that
'He' cant come again
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