Your old hair pins
lying in my drawer
A pair of your jeans
with faded color
A hand-made
birthday card
in my name
A colorful candle
on the stand
waiting for the flame
The bookmarking
chocolate wrap
The stickers
in my book of scrap
They are all here
They are all safe
But, it’s you
That I’ve lost.
The ink. 
finally she appeared wid a beautifully crafted poem!
Comment by Nakima — December 20, 2010 @ 3:12 pm |
simply beautiful 🙂
Comment by reiycha — December 21, 2010 @ 2:50 am |
They all are safe
and you too,
in my thoughts.
LOVED IT 🙂
Comment by Sumati — December 21, 2010 @ 3:31 pm |
wow!!! just loved that artistic irony !!
Comment by Nadeesh — December 25, 2010 @ 4:54 pm |