The Last Battle

I

often think of you

with a yearning intensity which amazes

even me!

 

Lying on my bed… exhausted

… unable to sleep

My throat choked with a sob of loneliness

I imagine you

In the other world

Waking up

In a white bed on a crisp sunny morning

Going about your business

Pausing

Pausing just for a moment

To think of me

And once again

Going about your business

My own thoughts hurt me

Me – thinking about you with a helpless craving all the time

And

you  giving me just a pause and passing on

 

But then

That is how things are!

You are you

And

I am me

And I’ve lost yet another battle to fate

 

I’ve lost battles before

But I’ve not been demolished so completely

My battle weary shoulders bear a testimony

That

This was my last battle

And

I lost it

 

Now I want to rest

To sleep

Not to be disturbed from a deep dreamless slumber

Ever, Ever, Ever.