And when it’s over..

And when this is over
would you come hug me,
for my skin feels like a dead rose
with petals not so velvety,
for they’ve missed your touch
and your kiss
and it feels like infinity.

And when it’s over
I’d say just come to see me,
don’t stop by anywhere
to buy me anything,
just come to see me,
I won’t fuss over
you not getting me those Lilies.

And when this is over
and if you see me no more,
remember all those messages
I’d send you like a maniac
and you never replied most of them,
I’m glad you didn’t,

for when you would be sitting by the window
with your coffee and thinking of me,
I’ll be there,
I’ll be there in those silly forwards,
I’ll be there in those poetry videos,
I’ll be there in those smilies and selfies
and I’ll be there in your heart darling.

Ill be there in the aroma of beans
you so love,
I’ll be there in the whiff of salted breeze
by the sea,
I’ll be there as a jingle of my verses,
promise to sing me.

Promise to stop by at that florist
and buy yourself a lily,
Or simply stop by
near a blooming flower you see
I’ll be there in the mild spring fragrance,
I’ll be there by you in silence.

And when this is over
and we shall together be,
promise you’ll be the morning dew of my life and colour my wilted petals once again
till the last flicker of my flame.

© laughing_soul
Gitanjali Kapoor

Image credit to the rightful Artist

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