She prolonged her wish
to go for a journey
across the itching-mountain
to get relived from the spinny,
odd means, she has… these days.
I never knew, but I regret
for what I said,
or still unsaid, that day.
I allowed her to stay away,
at least for a few days from me;
the time speak and behave
like a slayer in the mirror to me.
I can’t… I can’t carry this anymore;
I love her, and yes, I feel the annoyance
of being without her..
the void-space she left
for herself out there…
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