The Grave I Visit

Every time I look deep into her eyes,

I want to gently hold her by the waist.

When I am tired,

I want to simply lie down

with my head on her lap.

When she is busy working,

I would want to sneak up

and hug her from behind.

I want to call her name aloud

with my name beside hers.

I want to hold her hand,

and gently kiss her fingers.

I wanted my soft kisses

to reach for her forehead.

I want to sit quietly

and simply look into her eyes

while she istalking.

I feel like wrapping her

in my biggest hug and just standing there

holding her close.

Giving her my warmest,

most genuine smile

while looking into her eyes.

I want slowly whisper

"You're so cute"

when she's angry or serious

even when she feels like scolding me.

All things I wanted with her

faded with time,

And all the things I wanted to tell her,

died before reaching my lips.

I have buried them all.

Now, I visit the grave

of what could have been.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind