You are missed. 💓

Time teases.
Hours, days and months of longing; yet my heart skips a beat.
Time leaves us behind,
Lost in grief of the memories that you knit.
Pillowtalk,
Laying on our bed, all day long,
staring at our feet.
The fireflies of the dark know,
Moments we have missed.
Darkness prevails,
As the sun of my life is gone.
Though I made through somehow,
But still, I stare blankly at my phone.
Stupidly waiting for your calls, thinking our last moonlight kiss.
The fireflies of the dark know,
Moments we have missed.
You promised.
Promised to stay in my ups and downs,
And here you are, holding my hand, all smiles no frowns.
My tie is all messed up, no one to pull it to the top.
Like you used to smile, with a slight tilt of neck towards a side.
It's still within you, where my heart and soul reside,
I stand alone, with clenched fists, confronting season's first bliss.
The fireflies of the dark know,
Moments we have missed.
One night in Paris, the other in Venice and all our silly dreams,
I crave for you in the dark, harder it seems.
You, your warmth, your touch are what my arms search for then,
My hands clutch the pillow hard, and all I do is just stare at your wren,
You loved that wren, didn't you?
That little songbird by the door, the door that I never opened for you again.
I miss your voice,
I miss you waking me up with a kiss.
One day, they'll reach you and tell me what I have missed.
My Fireflies, Your Fireflies.
They saw our last moonlight kiss.

The Bookmark that smiled!

Loneliness is a penchant for me.

The dark soothes and caresses my soul.

Farther you are, worse it seems for me;

I tend towards the dark that promises warmth and keeps me whole.

I used to read, used to make my own realm.

Now, as the snow sticks to the ground,

Words seem peculiar and books I can’t whelm.

I try to relapse, reconstruct, repair and unbound.

Alas! Oblivion seems to have got hold, I can’t rebound.

Two by Two, sits by my bed.

It’s like Nicholas reminds me every morning,

Of this beauty that remains still unread.

Last Night, after you slept, I put on some music;

Picked up the book and decided to give it a go.

Craving for a cup of coffee, but frankly I could do without it although.

Randomly, as we do, I sprung it open from amid.

Appalled I was when a photograph fell, face down into my lap.

I hoisted it, gazed upon that beautiful smile, the pain it forbid.

Just then, the song changed and Ed sang Perfect along.

A coincidence, or reminding me of where we belong?

Time prevails, now you sleep away from my arms.

I lay awake, writing this poem, looking at your photograph,

The photograph smiles at me, assures me that it’s fine.

Yet, the dark prevails, joining forces with time,

And yet again,

Solace is mine.