I died
Few days after my birth.
Breath is not life.
A woman is not always a wife.
I died
When I lost hope
Drink nothing but water and soup.
Time is my arch enemy.
It was one day
When time buried my laughter.
It was one day
When time misused my kindness.
It was one day
When I lost my consciousness.
Life indeed is nothing but
It was one day.

It’s a fine thread
Between
Your heart and mine
silken and fine
like rich red wine
don’t break the line
and nor
will I
trust in me
and we will be fine

Tonight
Right here
Right now
I miss you
Probably more than I will miss you
yesterday
more than I missed you
tomorrow
right here
Right now
I miss you
I miss you
but
I quieten my screams