She ( 3)

Each day I yearn to see her,On the same platform where she left me.I see her caricature exactly  Below this lamp-postUntil the tangerine sunsetgets enveloped by the darkness of the night. Like the relinquished king I still waveLike how I bid her adios the last time.Her  smuged memoriesoverpowering me at timesHave taken from methe overwhelmingContinue reading “She ( 3)”