When it will
No longer rain..
The wind will be
Too haughty to
Soothe my pain..
The paths to
Chose would
Be pitch forked..
Thoughts,
Louder than
My mouth..
The silence
Noisier and
Bitterly cold..
I'll remember you.
From dark dusted
Corners of
My mind to
Cob-web and
Crown-nest laden
Heart of mine.
I'll remember you.
Like the fleeting
Fragrance of
August.
Like the sober
Morning of
January first.
The winters
Of December
Maybe.
Rains in
July.
Definitely.
I'll remember you..
To hurt myself.
Remind myself.
Forget myself.
To write you
On a paper.
Burn it to ashes.
To douse these
Usual mindless
Clashes to
Finally realise,
How much I miss you.
More than ever.
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