Why does everything,
that's yours,
matter so much in my life?
Why everyday, endlessly,
I look at your pictures
hoping you would come alive?
Why everyday, in my mind,
I replay those passionate moments
when I miss your touch?
Why everyday I wonder why,
when we are apart,
I miss you so much?
Why do I drown in an ocean
of vast emptiness,
every time you leave me behind?
Why everyday I wonder
why your absence
makes me lose my mind?
Why everyday I wish to
turn back time,
just to be in your arms
one last time?
(c) Archana Bora
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