Friday, May 24, 2013

Love

Love with its silence
A quiet existence
It's not in your face,
Your raised eye brows
Or crooked grin

Love with its infinite ways
A suffocating presence
Your smile genuine
As you hold my hand
Praying for my pain to go away

Love with its forgottenness
Once there, now no more
You look away,
As your eyes meet mine
That smile a mere memory
The smile that made everything okay

Love with its discarded life
Thrown away with many a other things
It's in the rare messages
Or gifts or calls
But when we hug
It's the one thing missing



(For all the different loves and different 'you's of my life )

:)

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