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Dear Mini,

A tiny bird flew to me today, It reminded me of how you were so far away.

With it’s claws and it’s tail bright red, This bird reminded me of your peaceful face instead.

It’s melodious and soulful song, reminded me of how I haven’t seen you in so very long.

Away as I am, surrounded by nothing but the blue sea; everytime I look at my companion, you I want to see.

And on a summer’s afternoon, this tiny bird to me does bring, your country’s homely, warm spring.

And as this bird with a tiny leap, begins to fly out of reach, I remember my lonely walk, away from you towards the beach.

Talking to the breeze, flew away my tiny bird, reminding me of the many things, that were unsaid but heard.

I watched my little bird fly away, just like you did yours years ago that day.

This bird, slowly flies out of sight and in reminisce I sigh; I never got to say good bye.

the lights of your city grew into a round twinkling band that night, just when this bird grew tinnier against the sun’s light.

And with no one to accompany me, on this solo voyage of mine, that bird reminded me of you, my no moon night’s moonshine.

And as I sail away now, away from this unknown bay, Dear Mini, I miss you today, I miss you today.

And with the first rain’s smell, she withdrew into her shell.

With no sound other than her dog’s paws on the cold ground,

Her warm soup she began to taste, her loneliness she couldn’t really embrace.

As tears her nose did touch, she looked at her pup and realised she didn’t need much.

And when the tiny one saw tears stream out of his best friend’s eyes, he sniffed the air protectively as if to smell the cause of fright,

It was almost as if he could hear the sound of her heart, he looked around when he realised there wasn’t no one from them apart.

His food the pup did not Taste on that day of distress, but decided to sit by the grieving mistress.

On that day, his master’s absence did his soul touch, that day the woman and the pup, missed their love so much.

Lost. I thought I was lost, and my leg seemed unapologitically stuck in frost.

It was cold and the light was flickering, my empty house was close and I couldnt hear anyone bickering.

With my toes frozen and my fingers in repulsion, a land where breathing felt like a compulsion.

And suddenly I found myself crawling in the desert’s hot sand, with my voice unheard in the heat of the scorching Arabian land.

And I found myself getting trapped in the arid, and the grains of sand sticking to my soul, horrid.

I gasped for breathe, I yelped in thirst for water, but no one was around to yell back in a sympathetic answer.

And in this heart ache, and what was bordering pain, where I felt lost, in a desert or in the land of snowy rain,

I woke up with a jerk in pain only to recognise, my brain felt heavy, it was still in unanswred fright.

Fright of what concerns my brain, of that I know not, he’s been gone for days, but my heart still feels shot.

Shot as I feel, i feel like a bird, my wings clipped together; I dont ever say a word.

And even after a month or two I don’t think my heart will learn, if someone says my name in that tune, my head will automatically turn.

My eyes will search for his, but I won’t ever find the same shade, cause our paths may never cross, there’s some decisions we’ve made.

Everytime I see someone happy, everytime I see someone smile, I think unquestionningly of him, and wonder if he thinks of I.

It all fits fine somedays, when little do i think, lost in the things that don’t matter, when all is blue and pink.

But I focus suddenly on that book I related our story to, It sat right there above the untouched, the brand new ones too.

It’s the book with the magical ending, the one we shall never have, cause one of us reached the ending, before the other had.

And closed now as that book remains, undisturbed on the rack, tears in my eyes told me, I may never reopen it or ever go back.

Back to the pages where him and I first met, back to those evenings when we watched the sun set.

And as I let my book rest there on my desk and looked at the setting red sun, my heart ones again wandered in disappointment to my One.

There’s still so many things to say, and so many things for him to hear, I realise the story is mine and it too shall not have any end in near.

I know it isn’t fair that you don’t even know yet, what stands behind curtains of non porous net.

And I know I should tell you this ever so scary truth, but you stay far away, and there’s no phone booth.

I call and call, but your phone doesn’t connect, keeping things from you I definitely don’t want to regret.

This has become hide and seek what you and I now play, avoiding the inevitable just to intentionally delay.

This game only got me to wonder, maybe it’s really your turn today, and to this if I shouldnt just surrender.

Cause you seem to have lost yourself in all the other players, yourself gone amiss in a pack of seeming stayers

From my carefully chosen hiding place for you as I look, not finding you leaves me unsurprisingly shook.

What if the game is over and everyone’s gone, and here I’d stoop hiding forgotten in the lawn

Behind the white bench as I crouch and wait, what if you’ve left thinking it’s too late?

As the moon slowly comes out, I begin to feel lonely, abandoned by my own; wilfully.

I try to sneak and see if you were still looking for me, only to find myself alone, while everyone else is nowhere to see.

It’d hurt if I was still expecting to be found, but I wasnt, As I succumbed to sleep right there in the playground.

I knew right there that You, for me wouldn’t come to look, you’ve forgotten me, and for that to sink in, all this while it took.

In the ocean, on a mariner’s Adobe. On a magnificent ship with him she’d want to go.

Even now as she sat in her majestic floral gown, in a cluster free city, with her mouth curved into a sad frown

She visualized her sailor amidst the sea, in overalls o blue and nothing to drink but green tea.

Lost as he seemed to be, she’d choose to be his light, be his star, and to show him the way, burn bright.

Amidst the unending water, she’d wanted to be his rising sun, to east rise and take him towards his Hon.

She tossed and she turned that night and as dawn grew close, she wokeup admist the mist, she had warm feet but cold toes.

And she knew when he’d get back, the opaque glass wall of distance and seperation would crack,

As the days passed slowly, her tears did dry her sailor was near, she no longer needed to cry

Under the heavenly moonlight romantically dim, with the whole world watching, she’d still dance with him.

She’d still dance with him.

In a boring bland summer, it is almost noon, you’ve been gone, with no trace of you since that full moon.

In the silent silence as the clock ticks, distance builds between you like a wall of bricks.

And each night under the twinkling stars, she thinks about you and her itching scars,

Solo as she stands, she thinks you are on the other side of this wall, that you stand alone; helpless in an empty hall.

For you left to her without explaining, as to why her heart was determinedly destined to breaking.

She remembers how imcomplete it felt; the last time you, in your arms let her melt,

Her tender heart full of innocence and loyalty, could probably never figure out yours of plain cruel duplicity.

When her happy life was coloured in varied shades of the rainbow, yours was one in black, predestined for sorrow.

Irreparable, Irreconcilable, irrevocable; her faith in you undoubtedly remains shaking but in place forever.

Till you come home, that heart of her’s shall sadly surrender, to thy memory; thee, her absentee lover.

To thee her absentee lover.