It was on that evening,
The smell of lavenders
under the window,
And freshly mowed lawn
Wafting in to fill my lungs,
You had said...
'God willing, I will see you tomorrow'.
As always...the evening went by,
And the next morning
And the next...
My waiting progressed.
One centipede movement at a time.
I opened that one window
Where only I can see your arrival
Also, you could see my worn out eyes...
A private space we had shared
Away from the gawking
Far off from the world
I voiced out into the emptiness
That had reminiscence of your smell
Was that God's will that you didn't come?
Or just your own?
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