Monday, 6 January 2014

NOT A SINGLE TEAR


I heard that life
Beyond this place
Is a constant celebration:
Reunions
By the second,
Hugs sent round,
Memories shared.

I know you'll wait
For me
So we walk
In gardens of flowers
Never before seen
So we talk,
So we catch up.

But
What do I tell you
When we meet?
How the world got darker?
How passions grew stronger?
How new things
Quickly
Became
Old?

Or 

How I 
Never
Mourned 
You?

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