I miss
those lazy legs
entwined...
I miss
those cozy fingers
confined...
I miss
the mint-leaves scented hair
disheveled...
I miss
the rose petal touch on pillows
entangled...
I miss
that arm over my chest
carelessly lying...
I miss
the shimmering skin
sweating and beaming...
I miss
that lazy slumber
and those drunken smiling eyes...
I miss
those pulsating heartbeats
heaving against my sighs...
I miss
that promising sunrise
and the beckoning sunset,
patchwork of memories in golden hue,
fights and quarrels in envelope, a few,
trinkets of laughter,
a basket full of whispers,
some sweet nothings in a small pouch,
a few yawning afternoons on the couch,
the evening coffee cups
and a stroll together,
a small dimple and
a black mole to entice forever...
I miss
them all... and life...
A time that has hastened by!
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