It's been a long day.
I can close my eyes and feel your smile, not a visual feel but a feel that I can touch. Touch and grab and hold close, not letting go. No, never letting go.
And even though all of you lives somewhere in an infinitely soft voice brushing against uncountable intersections of my thoughts, I wake up, ifs and buts and cuts.
And even though bits and pieces of you and time flash in the constance of what now defines 'me' deep inside, nothing to do with who I am, I open my eyes, with hymns and prayers and cries.
It's been a long day.
I can close my eyes and feel your smile, not a visual feel but a feel that I can touch. Touch and grab and hold close, not letting go. No, never letting go.
And even though all of you lives somewhere in an infinitely soft voice brushing against uncountable intersections of my thoughts, I wake up, ifs and buts and cuts.
And even though bits and pieces of you and time flash in the constance of what now defines 'me' deep inside, nothing to do with who I am, I open my eyes, with hymns and prayers and cries.
It's been a long day.
