Saying good-bye…

Saying good bye... short poem

The way the heart seems to be crumbling,
The lingering touch that utters words, fumbling,
When my eyes meet the shadow of your eye,
We know that we should never say good-bye…

Every small ending that we encounter,
Leaves a hope to which we surrender,
“I will see you tomorrow”,I said,
“As long as tomorrow lasts”,he says smiling,
Yet, the way the heart seems to be crumbling!

A hug, a wave, a tiny voice erupts,
Few hours later, love herself resurrects,
I call or text, to see what you are doing,
Your lingering touch, utters words, fumbling…

A pang that wires itself around my chest,
Tightening its grip,not wanting to let go of the best,
When my eyes meet the shadow of your eye,
We know that we should never say good-bye…

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We almost suspect, @Shruti_Sheshadri, that you have written a villanelle, if not for your having only seventeen lines instead of nineteen as villanelles go. But that did not make us say goodbye to well
crafted poetry that your poem is. It’s delightfully amazing.


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