I remember how your head rested on that cushion.

I remember how your breath tickled my ear,
when you kept me near.

I remember how your eyes remained closed
while I was looking at you.

I remember how your arm rested on my stomach
to keep me warm.

I remember how it felt to hold you tight.
To have your arms around my fragile body.

And I remember the way you fit into my bed,
into my life
and very soul.

The moment, when the last bit of your smell
is removed from the pillow you slept on,
is the moment when I feel alone.



And now
that I miss you the most,
you seem to be gone.

"How does a flower move"
When wind does not blow,
Stalk
Petals*
Pollen
Released, sprinkled
Upon the ground below,
Does it dance for the sun
Energy
Food
Nourishment
From above and below
People ask
"How does a flower move"
"When wind does not blow"
"Simple"
Its worms tickling its
Gentle roots, many tickling in one go,
Its pollen falling is its laughter
Seeding the floor below
So when you see
Trees
Bushes
Flowers
Gyrating, moving with out wind,
Know its those naughty playful worms
Slithering, tickling there sensitive roots below..