It's okay, I'll take a piece of my wounded heart and dip it into my feelings,
Might write you a poem all the while I murmur our memories,
with our promises pasted in the back of my mind.
I will watch my palm and curse the stars,
And I will knit a sanctuary with our laughs, while I lay in its arms till my soul is calm.
I will plant the seeds of the dreams we saw together and nurture them to life.
I shall wait for the angels in the fields of flowers and when the spring comes and the birds sing.
I shall welcome them as they descend with their wings sprung open and take me to you.

© Samiksha Kemwal