Ah! witnessing the sunset,
Is such a bliss,
But why does my heart,
Sadden suddenly,
I realise,
That my broken,
Mended, imperfect,
Not so jewel,
Heart,
Misses you,
My hands crave,
Fingers wanting,
A warm wrap of,
Your five fingers,
It's the lonely,
Night ahead,
Without you,
A desire to,
Hold you,
See you,
Kiss You,
Breathe You,
Smell You,
Feel You,
That feels like,
Eternally present,
An ancient feeling,
That has woken up,
Though the memories,
Reside in the brain,
I am sure,
Their roots are,
In the heart,
Because it is where,
I hurt in,
Your thoughts and,
Memories,
That were probably,
Made and etched,
Germinated,
Centuries ago,
In an another,
Time, age and life,
And that,
Yearning for you,
Never fades,
But when,
You don't say anything,
Never utter a love word,
I doubt all the past,
And my Heart.



© Skywalker