Poetry and Me

If your tomorrow happen without me? Will you miss the way I used to write for thee? Those thousand lines depicting my emotions to you! Will you open those again, at least a few? Do you still remember those first four sensuous lines? And...and that gloomy one, which I had written for you, maybe last time! Depicting that perhaps our way is dividing, and you are someone else's, though you were never mine! Or that one, I had written on a rainy day! I had written all that, which I couldn't say! Will you read? Will you read that all again? With a sweet smile or with pain? No, dear, if tomorrow happen without me, never mourn, never search me anywhere else, rather, within my poetry, there I will ever be.