I miss you,
I can say it now,
To the walls of this lonely room,
To myself,
As long as, i dont name you.
There are days when i can live,
As though we never were,
And then there are days
When I am, crippled by deja vu,
And i breathe the rosary of:
I miss you,
You called me, 'beautiful'
When i never knew,
The import of the praise;
You called me goddess,
When i fumbled with my form,
And knew not, what it meant.
You knew me,
Even when i struggled,
To discover,
My disillusioned self.
....
And then, i lost you.
Only to discover thence,
That 'beautiful' was the most
Valued word in the lexicon
Of love.
And 'goddess' was the most coveted title
In its ethereal kingdom
I've lost you, and decorum demands
That i utter 'come hither' no more,
I've lost you and dignity dictates,
That i 'covet' you no more;
I've lost you and found,
That i can't whisper your name,
Even to give title to my
Unfinished fairy tales,
And so, shall you remain,
Forever, my secret: Amour.
wardha jawdat
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