The echo of silent prayers that were never heard is still there;
Lying beneath the far stretched sky, behind a trail of every shooting star tales of my love for you are still there;
Holding your hand and walking distances, the warmth of your touch is still there;
Under the layers of the turmoil of life, the freshness of memories that were once moments is still there;
Time never stopped, so does the tears dampening the pillows, pain in the heart is still there;
Destinations have changed so are the ways but I am still stuck at the same turn where you have left me, so the wait is still there;
Before giving up my tryst with life, before succumbing to the inevitable my eyes would long to see you because desire is still there.
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