The last hug
The Last Hug
The day you left, my soul took your side,
My heart felt a real ache, and cried a flood,
All I wanted and wished to grasp was you,
As you moved forward, I felt blind,
And lost you in the mist of crowd.
There were people to support me,
But all felt hollow,
There were thought around me,
But all seemed narrowed,
There were lips around me curved up ,
But all felt curved down.
I still have it painted in my head when I last saw you,
Like the monument which stays forever,
That night I was drenched in rain,
Dripping water from head to toe,
My coat felt heavy with the water,
My outer picture had imitated the inner.
I remember the last hug,
How our eyes had the cracks of red ,
like the cracks of a broken mirror,
How your body squeezed hard against mine,
How my hands wrapped around you were indivisible,
How I wanted the time to standstill,
And the few counted breath I took in your arm, before letting you go.
Copyright © Omika Mishra | Year Posted 2020
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