Your Face

Craving to see a former loved one

Not out of love or anything,
I just feel like seeing your face.
your face feels like joy.I know that was the last time.
I can't remember anything but your face in the elevator.
It felt great seeing your face one last time.
On a very depressing evening
I'm craving nothing but to see a glimpse of your face.
And I know I will crave more.
Your voice,
Your laughter,
Your touch,
After that maybe you.
But my dignity is my guard.
I have accepted your subtle ques.
I won't knock on your door.
Some houses are meant to be closed.
Some visits are meant to be for last time even though they feel like home.