Her large, dark brown eyes
sparkle like jewels of desire,
her face shines in the warm, yellow light,
her lips widen in a half-smile—
my heart, a beggar, pleads.
She waves goodbye and turns away.
I watch her walk. Her dark silhouette melts,
becoming a part of the night itself.
Every night when the night clings
to the windowpanes,
I lie in bed—wrecked at my heart—
among the heaps of scattered dreams.
Music plays on a radio somewhere—
it is an unbearably sweet soprano
with a gleeful tenor of a duet.
Closing my eyes, I paint her from the darkness
with lights and colors of memory.
Every time she walks away,
I can never obey the impulse
to hold her in my arms
and kiss her moist lips.
All that remains in front of me is
her fading silhouette waving goodbye.
Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2020-02-28 at 13:37
Tags Goodbye  Memory  Loss
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