Yearning
Time and tide wait for none,
They say.
True,
And it hurts.
Moments with you,
Unmistakably piquant.
Memories woven around you,
Undeniably sublime.
Yet, the pigs did fly.
I walk alongside solitude now.
Whilst, you beside another.
This another, He is yours.
Now, and forever.
Something billows from within.
A yearning.
A yearning for you.
5 Comments:
simple,expressive and lovely
merci shubha!
magnifique!!!
So we're back, are we?
A good piece above. That's how my autobiography will sound..
Oye...that's a lot of pain I feel...simple and beautiful, why nothing after???
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