Memories

I see brief flashes from the past, 
For little longer I wish they would last. 
Where my face was caressed by your hand,
Your love warm like the beach and it’s sand. 
These flashes are very painful now, 
The grief before it makes me bow. 
I can’t see you but in my heart each day you beat, 
Keeping the demons at bay when they are eager to meet. 
You’ve not really gone but still your not there, 
I feel your presence but everywhere I look there are blank spaces to stare. 
My messages to you are conveyed by the moon, 
I wish he’d bring back a letter saying that you’ll meet me soon.

-Babar Mir

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