A **** on a door
the hands on a clock
a button on a shirt
the handle of a mug

so common
so usual
things I took for granted
until

I had to open the door
I lost track of time
I felt inadequately clothed
and needed a warm drink

Suddenly
the mundane
turns out to be
so significant

All those wasted time & chance
gone in a blink, lost in a glance
for a small mistake, I can't comprehend
had turned out to be the start of  the end.

I want to describe you to them
…but I do not know how to start
how can I tell them about your eyes
- that sparkles when you think mischief
how can I tell them about your laugh
- that could start an avalanche of joy
how can I tell them about your hugs
- that warms & thaw the chills of fear
how can I tell them about your scent
- that comforts & enthuse a harried soul
how can I tell them about you
when I know they can never know
the you
I’ve come to see
and hear
and feel
I do not know how to start and I fear even if I can
I will not be able to finish
How can I describe you to them
When all I want to do is to secretly hold you in
…when I know I can never let go

When you miss
you do not see, hear or feel
or --- you tried but failed

When you miss
you know it should
and you know it did not

When you miss
you know it is out of reach
and wish otherwise

When I miss
I move
And if I fail
I try again
I do not just wish
I will find you

even if it is just in the recesses of my memories

rediscovering past pains
remembering how much it hurts
seeing dried up tears on the pages

almost hearing the laughter described
touching the smiley faces
smiling at lost moments of happiness

smelling the pressed flowers
feeling the pride again
almost blushing at the thought

getting riled up with the rantings
allowing madness to rise up
letting the disappointment resurface

It is a wonder how one can forget
and how beautiful it is that we do
write your now, today

Out there, tomorrow
we shall read back and realize
we are always on our own

yesterday was a picture
that we stare at on the pages
there are always two truths

like castles on the sand
the waves will erase and alter
and your heart will rebuild

albeit differently