For a very long time
I have longed to talk to You.
Longed, because
There is a taste in my mouth,
That may not be true.
Now that I have accepted
the fact that you are gone,
I wanted to try
Make the taste better
A little less pungent,
A little less sour.

The taste remains, lingering
waiting to dissolve
In the colloid of Your voice
Or a blinking message
Of a simple "Hi"
Or a smiley with a smile
Else the red one with the horns.
But the taste remains
pungent and sour...

On Your side of the world
I don't know how things are
Is it too cold at nights
Enough to make you cuddle
in a blanket and sleep...
Are You too busy in the day?
Or caught in the rush?
The weekends were lost
In a trip
Or guests at home?
Ah... the chores of everyday life
Or may be like the last time
You have nothing more to say
There is a wall of silence
Someone or something doesn't
Want You to talk...

Formless, our love was
The Cheshire cat
Our being, being only a smile...
where a lip is yours, and another mine.
Then,is not this unfortunate?
Out of all the dawns
I woke beside You
All the dusks
I spent watching You
All the moments I spent
Mangling my fingers around Yours
Afraid of losing Your touch
Touching the dream, I was living
Is not this unfortunate?
Out of all the moments
The one I remember most is
The first night spent waiting
Knowing that You
Would never ever come
I have waited like that
for so long... so long.

The wait heaps on
It's a weight of cold snow
So heavy on tongue
It just tastes so weird
And untrue to what I know.
I hoped it to plateau
By calling out to You,
Running the risk of sounding desperate
Dragging you back to
Unwanted memories of past.
Yes ,that sums up
The taste in my mouth...
For a very long time
I have longed to talk to You

Image Credit: La Mariee or the bride, Marc Chagall , Modern Art, This painting is a symbol of something that has been lost.

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