If I die tomorrow This will I regret: That you and I have never met. That we have not shared our sorrows And discovered common joys, Or seen ourselves reflected In each other’s eyes. That we have never bickered about trifles And agreed about the things that matter, Like closeness, faithfulness, and compromise. That my … Continue reading US, not as in the ‘United States’, but as in ‘You and I’
After I am dead, Do think of me, When the wind plays with your hair and tugs at your skirt, When raindrops glide down your nose tip and trickle under your dress, When snowflakes melt on your lips, And sunrays redden your cheeks, For it’s not only the wind, Or mere rain, Or just some … Continue reading Do Think of Me
Maybe we will meet by chance somewhere, In a year, or two, or three, Perchance in romantic Paris, On a rainy evening, In a café, gallery, or park, And maybe we will talk About painters, poets, and ourselves, And then maybe you, Being lonely, or sad, or dissatisfied, (Because of the wedding band on your … Continue reading We May Meet One Day…
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