Your photo

Like everything that ends 

in this world with boundless time

I thought we were at least friends

but loving you was the biggest crime

nevertheless I learnt so much 

that purity in thought and love 

could mold me to best of my abilities

and waited again for your touch 

Though your presence was non-existent here

I spoke to you spiritually

I spoke to you telepathically

and our house was the astral realm

that is where we belonged

and then I was materially dead

I didn’t know where you were

though your thoughts bombarded my head

Every night before I went to sleep

I looked at your photo and tried not to weep

its your touch I missed the most

now that everything’s faded away in time

I’m nothing but a mere ghost  





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