Friday, August 1, 2014

end of each day

At the end of each day
when I come back tired
all I need see if your face
and the world brightens
your light fills my heart
and I see life worth living

but now that you are away
you are not in my solitude
my days are dark, lonely
without any life in moments
without your small hand
to hold, forehead to kiss

At the end of each day
my thoughts are full of you
your absence from here
cries out loud in heart
and my longing for you
kills me each minute then

Starry moonlit nights are dark
and without sweet nothings
and the alleys of our house
haunt without your footsteps
its as if am taking last breath
At the end of each day

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