In Hope
Its more than likely that you feel
Detached from me in your own way
Most probably I’m not that real
As used to be the other day
Your thrill has gone and what is left
Are tiny embers, burning low
And I feel totally bereft
Especially in the evenings glow
The sun goes down, I click the light
The darkness comes too soon these days
I wait and wait throughout the night
In hope to see your lovely face.
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