Soul and Life -wattys 2019

fifty five

fifteen years,

living under the same roof wasn't

a easy task for me.

ten years,

wishing the same good night

before bed

was more than a lullaby

five years,

calling over phone

felt a symphony.

two years,

your eyes still play story.

two months,

seperation feels

like an eternity.

three weeks,

your poems are in my head.

eight days,

our old pictures have

lost its golden shade.

three days,

I found your last call,

Maybe

We could make it

happen once more.

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