Do you know the lingering feeling that you would get
after swimming hours in the ocean?
Like waves would be pushing up against your chest
even if you've left its motions.
That's what my empty hand would be like
each moment it is left alone.
Without your fingers intertwined through days or nights
leave longings etched within my bones.
And i recall each second I am wrapped inside
a comforter on such cold nights.
With which warmth and heat I solemnly hide
behind subtle, quiet sighs.
Each hug of yours brings back such thoughts
of warmer days encased in comfort.
Apart from them, slowly my heart is caught
in missing you with every effort.
Most days I'd wish not to part with the small
fingers that keep mine in place.
Or the familiar scents of your perfume, it crawls
as I come in for your embrace.
The absence of your presence beside
has always echoed in me.
But, I know that in our hearts abide
one connection that keeps us to be.
YOU ARE READING
For You
PoetryFor you, my words they are to keep, For you, my dreams to fill your sleep, For you, my life in your hands, For you, my love I still stand. (Cover is self made)
