I can
remember
everything
about the
last time
I witnessed
your smile.

and if
you could
see how
beautiful
the memory
is,

you would
realize
like me
that there
is never
a "was"
to a
moment
spent
with you.

it lingers
and sings
to me,

to reveal
all of
it's secrets,

and though
I might
meet it
now with
empty
pockets
of fate.

your face
is something
I always
carry with
me,

in deep
breaths
and tender
offerings,

in  true
definition
of what

a woman
can do
to your

soul.

going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.

Your love is
mesmeric like
smoke rising off
the lake in the soft
moonlight.

Carrying them to my grave.
Like a sack of boulders,
On my weak, damaged bones.
My brain filled,
Over flowing with my past.
Why oh why, can’t you leave me alone.

Like the ring on my finger
You are familiar to me
But today we met somewhere unfamiliar
A little cafe in the middle of town
And it felt like meeting someone new

Sitting across from you
I felt a nervous tingle

I made a joke
And your laugh sounded
Like a forgotten melody
I had been yearning to hear

As we parted, you kissed me
And I said “I love you”
And I felt feeling in those words
Like a flash of lightning
On a rainy summer night
Throwing off the blanket of darkness
Jolting me back to life

It seems I'm always missing you
Whether your laughter or your kiss
There's never something I don't miss
Making our moments seem too few

It's too simple to say I'm blue
The great complexity of bliss
It seems I'm always missing you
Whether your laughter or your kiss

I'm not sure I ever quite knew
A feeling so hard to dismiss
Hits harder when I reminisce
No matter what I try to do
It seems I'm always missing you

We don't read and write
poetry because it's cute.
We read and write poetry
because we are members of
the human race. And the
human race is filled with
passion, and medicine, law,
business,  art, engineering.
These  are  noble  pursuits
and  necessary to sustain
life.   But  poetry,  beauty,
romance,  love,  these  are
what  we stay alive  for.
                  Dead Poets Society
                                                                          posted by Jon York  2019

i know you fell for my eyes,
you said they looked like,
a never ending fountain of love,
i know you fell for my hairs,
and told me they were like,
a waterfall cascading from heaven,
i know you fell for my smile,
you said it makes you,
stop thinking about the whole world,
i know you fell for,
all my curves and all my edges,
and said i was an ultimate creation of GOD,
but somewhere between that,
i realized,
you never fell for me,
the real me,
that's why,
now that i am broken and sad,
you can't see........
-memoona kazmi