Fading
It’s fading.
The intent of kissing you
At random places
The impulse of hearing
your sleepy voice
The urge of calling you
at an odd hour of 3am
The wish of being with you
here and now.
It’s all fading.
Copyright © Shruti Pithadia | Year Posted 2017
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