to say there's only happiness <br />in her thoughts of him and for him <br />would be a balatant lie <br />there're scars <br />there're hurts <br />there'have been silences <br />there has been indifference too <br />but beyond all these and more <br />his invisible presence touches her <br />at each breath she draws in and out <br />she hears his footsteps and as one <br />hypnotised she simply follows <br />till they lead her to her empty bed <br />and absorbs his visible absence <br /> <br />with abated passion <br />desire unfulfilled <br />she waits for the day break <br />to start yet another day <br />that would lead her once again <br />to her empty bed in the night... <br /> <br />25may2010 <br />17.16hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/form-the-biography-of-an-unknown-woman-xxvi/
