Longing- Her Story.

by Author

She stands in the verandah
looking at the rain caressing
the ground. She can, but
only think of him.
She loved the rains best
when he was around and
she knew she’d just have to
ask. He’d come. Always.

She kept it under control
all so that he does not feel guilty
for going. He didn’t want to, either.
But there were nights,
and long-long nights. When she wanted
to be held. And just whispered to.
But she only found herself
lying there in bed, satiated by a
phone call.

He’d return one of these days
and she’ll dance in the rain again
and kiss the violet skies.

’til then she covets and longs
and aches and dies for him.
Every minute.

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