
i traverse the same path
over and over again
sometimes silent,
at others screaming
crowds that are same
and yet not quite
most in a hurry
few pausing
business as usual
time running out
but a few don't care
i pause, savour, inhale
trying to hold on to you.
i turn around
remembering you left
long time back.
your memories are
all I have now
bereft of soul.
©gautami.tripathy
~Nov 23, 2006


Comments: 14
In your case, your heart reached out for the comfort of someone that was once close to you but who had gone and was now beyond of reach.
At such times, lonliness can become almost unbearable.
I could feel the emotion in this poem.
I appreciate your comments. I have refined it somewhat and posted it on my blog. You can chk it there too, if you wish.
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