When you miss someone, you wonder ...
I hope, when you think of love,
It’s me that you remember.
Even though for a fleeting moment,
let my warmth and fragrance linger.
When you think of my eyes,
a gentle tremor shakes your soul,
For you will be able to read in my eyes
my words, that I would never have told.
When you whisper our sweet song,
With no one to walk beside,
It sends butterflies to your chest,
and heal the wounds you carry inside.
I hope, when our memories come to your mind,
a stream of questions will follow.
Maybe of endless possibilities,
the might-have-beens we could never explore.
- Bindu Unnikrishnan
