Precious possessions
Remnants of your love
The only solace now
I know it, yet my heart skips a beat
Unknown shackles fetter me
Pull me into a deep dungeon
The wait seems eternal
Memories mingle in woeful moments.
The night may be dark
But a million stars are shining
The breeze may be stuck in the trees
But it’s reaching me.
You may be miles away
I can feel your soft touch,
Wafting around me
Wrapped in the honeyed hope.
Don’t fret, I’ll be there soon.
© Balroop Singh, August 2021.
Inspired from the loss of a friend.
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