To Mark Your Departure
A craving to hold on to love – expressed in verse.
The day waited with abated breath
since you had to leave.
I was devoid of pulse in pulsating heart
And with no breath to heave.
We were meeting after centuries of separation,
And you were to go again.
For uncountable moments for me,
for days, weeks and years of pain.
But yet the moment was momentous,
and I wanted it to be etched.
Etched in the annals of time
and on veins of his mind.
Eternal mating and a final stab
Left him in my custody,
To mark the special day.
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