The picture perfect on the dressing table

Brings you close to me

It is strange though in your absence

You are more closer

In between my office and home

Between the late nights and early mornings

How many times did I touch you?

How often did i speak to you?

Food on the plate,

Wake up cup of tea

Do you recognize the absence?

Latent missives of musings

Life is worth waiting to live

Sand in the shoes

Burden of backpacks

This tour also ends in fatigue

In the happiness of being together

We live in our own way

The threads are in disarray

Murmurs make resonance

Discarding the chords

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