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Waiting Chair…

I sit here with no regrets,
Beautiful memories,
That I cannot forget.
Never felt that  way,
Leaving me you’ll go.
Where are you?
Are you coming back?
I’ve no clue, I don’t know.
Even though I am empty,
I feel our spirits are infused.
I still can smell your scent,
The feel of hours spent.
I hear you in ever sound,
That the waves make,
When they come and go.
They make me wet,
Drenched in the spirits,
I feel that ache,
I feel that pain,
But I do hope this,
We will meet again,
We will meet again…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag

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