24.03.2014

I wanted you to stay with me
in a haze of memories like a dusty trail
on a dry summer afternoon.
But you chose to remain
in the drops of tears under the dark circles
beneath my tired sleepless eyes.
If I ask you now , why , for what reason
did you remain a piece of grief for me.
I know you will deny it outright.
Then how do I explain the lonely vigil
by the telephone throughout the night
waiting for it to ring once again.