For days it was as if I never existed.
You have flung me out of your world
like a wilted flower from your vase.
I have treasured our unuttered pledges—
rising with your name as a prayer on my lips,
breathing the morning breeze,
marveling,
oh God, isn’t this the same fragrance my dear one breathes!
I waited beneath your window last night,
heart aflutter under the moon,
for a rustle at the curtain,
a fleeting glimpse of your shadow...
Throughout you kept it shut.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
For days it was as if I never existed.
You have flung me out of your world
like a wilted flower from your vase.
I have treasured our unuttered pledges—
rising with your name as a prayer on my lips,
breathing the morning breeze,
marveling,
oh God, isn’t this the same fragrance my dear one breathes!
I waited beneath your window last night,
heart aflutter under the moon,
for a rustle at the curtain,
a fleeting glimpse of your shadow...
Throughout you kept it shut.
