How did it end with us?

And with every passing day, my dear

I feel as if my yearning for you deepens

And with every word that I utter

One knows that it carried its weight for you

When you scatter your light for me to reach

Only then do I become aware
Of the imploring sadness behind your touch

The million tiny ‘feelings’ you had buried

For myself to stay oblivious

At your sufferings and tears