I miss
the person I am -you were
when I was with you.
I miss
the endless reveries
and winged words
we soared (and thrived) on.
I miss
watching the universes
spin by, as I twirled
on your fingertips.
I miss
the sound of the rain dripping
across three oceans
in tune with your guitar.
I miss
the post cards
from every city you’ve been
thinking about me-you.
I miss
being your heartache
which bloomed into
the last poem
you ever wrote…
You're my inspiration, ma'am.. Beautifully written..!
ReplyDeleteThank You Evania!
DeleteYou write better than me ma'am
ReplyDeleteRilbin ;)
DeleteIt's when people like you, ma'am, turn your talents, imagination and knowledge into different forms and beautiful words, that i want to let the writer in me out of the cage, grow wings and fly in the vast sky as much as it wants until every feather in its wings falls out.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy that i could be the inspiration behind such poetic lines... that's poetry... keep writing!
ReplyDeleteThe thing is ma'am i'm having writers block, so even if i come up with an idea i can't keep the story going, i can't even write a single short story. It's really frustrating. So i'm reading mostly than writing. And you too ma'am keep writing!! :)
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