In every drawer
In every nook and corner
A part of him lingers on
With every restaurant
Garden and side walk
A memory flashes
Dashes and catches
Like fireflies
Stealing part of a song.
His skin she still traces
Feels and embraces
And forgets...
As the night wears on
That smile
That delight
Of seeing her face, but -
the moonlight made way for dawn
And she may ever find
Something as right
Someone that'll stay
While the story goes on?
Until then she'll stare
She'll find truth and she'll dare
To hurt and carry
That hope all day long
-A. Tulsiani
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