last email

Nothing specific
But maybe it could become,
If only he had replied
To the last email she sent.

Actually there were many
One for each day,
Most were answered well
But one would remain.

It was a pattern of sort
A habit she got used to
The emails had no goodbye
Neither a reason to renew.

Even then they wrote,
To each other religiously
And waiting who would end
This pretense of untiring duties

You see the love had gone
And the words grew cold
But more difficult were the hearts
That refused to let go.

– I miss you, friend –

Shadows haunt my happiness,
a shade no one can see;
the joys plenty in my lap
tainted by my own wishes.
the tree studded paths
I walk holding love;
but the air is different,
also the filtered rays above.
Each laugh freed in day
returns with a memory
that steps into my heart
and stabs before going away.
Am not sad,if you ask
neither have been happy so
I am just missing the friend
the best,the one I need always.

 

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