Thinking of you
We carried you on an orange stretcher
through the red doors of the emergency
ward on a life-line machine
towards the operating theatre.
A moment later, you
murmured and said my name.
Then, the sound of an electronic beep
came out from the ventilator
over and over again.
Our stories of life together
ended sadly with piercing pangs of pain
on that cold November night.
You are gone for a long time.
Your beautiful photo of your
long two thick braids on either
side of your head hangs from
the cold wall of my room. The pair
of red-lipped sandals you liked
wearing so much is on the balcony
discolored by weather.
Your clothes hung on
the wardrobe still smelling of you.
It's spring again, buds of white lily
and red rose have started coming out
slowly in the ledge that you
used to water them every day.
You left us all your memories
on the bottom of your wardrobe now
silent inside the album of pictures of yours.
At night, I wake up gasping for air, I know
you are there somewhere near
come sit beside me if you can
just like the wind,I want to feel you
again for one last time.
Please don't let me feel like my long
love for you is now buried and dead
in the silent corner of my heart.