A letter to my love Dear love, Six feet away Away from the bittersweet tranquil of life I see you, I hear you, I fucking feel you beside me I know it's not true But you know my heart It does not seem to listen to my mind I remember it like it was yesterday You brightened my boring Sunday I am sure it sounds too cliche But you know my heart It only knows the old conventional ways Lost in time, weaved with memories, It was but an old house I was waiting in the porch With a ring in my hand With love to profess Little did I know You were fighting with your last breath Till date I wish Somehow I could change that day I could give up any and everything To keep you with me With my every breath If you can see me You might be laughing at me I still burnt my toast I am still not a morning person And I am still in love with you Yours truly, Love ps still waiting

Richa Roy