as he walked out <br />drops of moonlight <br />trickled down my limping back <br />the tear that dropped into my palm <br />too had the texture of moonlight <br />that he and i felt between our fingers <br /> <br />but when he left me <br />it's in shallow <br />ripples of moonlight <br />i found myself in <br /> <br />on every amavasya <br />i inadvertently bring <br />my fingers together... <br /> <br />on every moonlit night <br />i see him peeping through the moon... <br /> <br />in his absence <br />my dreams rise and <br />crash at the desolate <br />shores of my heart <br />like the waves on <br />a typical moonlit night <br /> <br />17apr2010 <br />14.51hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-him-i-know-not/
