I close my eyes and think about you
Of the way you had fit in snugly in my arms
The mole just below your collar bone
The scar on your left eyebrow left behind by a bout of chicken pox while you were still a child
The way you love your coffee scalding hot
Those cute little snores you make while you lie on your back
The ticklish spot on the side of your belly
Of the imperfect completeness that you were to me
And I can't help but wonder whether he notices all this about you today...
Lost love can be painful. Great and solemn piece!
ReplyDeleteLoved it. I guess we reflect once we lose them.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Thanks for dropping by, Rekha!
DeleteLoved it. I guess we reflect once we lose them.
ReplyDelete:)
DeleteLoved it. I guess we reflect once we lose them.
ReplyDeleteOh no! That was painful but with time it might become more of a heavy memory or a routine.
ReplyDeleteThank you, K. I hope so too!
DeleteSuch beauty in this memory. And yet so much pain.
ReplyDeleteSuch pain! Such love! Such memories!
ReplyDeleteYes. Sometimes the memories that we love are the ones that cause us pain :)
Deletenice
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteWhy that doubt in the last line, to make it painful. Why not assume that he too remembers and cherishes the memory as you do ?
ReplyDeleteThat one change in attitude makes it a Happy Ending.
I kept the ending that way. Just that this was how I felt it to be :)
DeleteMemories that just won't go away .
ReplyDeleteYes :(
DeleteAll of these events of our life are just helping us in growing up.
ReplyDeleteI agree. Thank you :)
Delete'Pain does not heals you, it reveals you'.. John Green.
ReplyDeleteI love him and his books :)
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