TO MY BELOVED,

I

You might grow tired
of the occasional
poetic messages I sent you.
Of something you did,
Out of love,
care and concern.

You might grow used to,
these words
which glorify
the love I have for you.

You might start doubting
monotony in these pieces.
You might wonder
if these are one of those
plain romanticising works.

But love,
these artworks are my way
to keep these small memories
alive,
These small memories are
just what I might need
to read
at the deepest downs
of our journey.
Deepest downs of journey,
I am afraid,
will ruin what we have
and take away what I have
(That's you.)

So here's to another day,
a special one indeed,
where you stayed with me,
throughout the slump.

Love,
Believe or not,
This is one of the
worst phases I have
been in.
Unforgettable,
undoubtedly.

I was wishing
with all my life
for you to
come back.
I was reminiscing
your hugs,
your words,
your face.

I was hugging your
blanket so hard
hoping you
would appear.
I missed you,
I miss you,so bad,
that this helplessness
is sharp knife
into heart.

I can hear my breath,
lying down,
and I find it
hard to breathe
at times.

Thank you.
For being there,
even when so
far away.
Thank you
for making me
feel your warmth.
Thank you's
aren't enough.

I loved you
a little more today.
And I want to
remember this.