The curtain on the edge of my finger flutters
like a dream shaking off sleep

The hills behind the horizon are as still
as my heart was on the morning you left

The words sit on the page
like patient children waiting for the teacher to call their name

The tear drops pool on tissues
like loneliness does within a faded photo

The mornings speed by unnoticed
like the lines across your forehead

The afternoons stop me in mid sentence
like your kisses did on that convenient staircase

The evenings fade into dusk
like shadows greeting darkness

The nights linger after midnight
like your smell did on my skin

3 responses to “Observations”

  1. Mita says:

    Wow! Your poems are ripe with ‘lived life’ . You have a fan!!

  2. Rohit says:

    Hey its good to see your post after sometime. Guess your work keeps you busy. Like your new website. Its superb!

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