Loneliness yawns with me..
Waiting drains color from hours,
Each minute asks too much,
Hope feels heavy today.
Longing limps..
Sighing replaces speech,
Watching exhausts the eyes,
Even dreams need rest.
Endurance rubs its temples..
I count cracks in time,
Silence hums loudly,
My heart needs a chair.
I sit with my weariness..
Missing becomes routine,
Desire slows its pace,
Faith blinks, not gone.
I breathe between doubts..
The night stretches cruelly,
Morning arrives unfinished,
Still, I rise.
Tired does not mean done..
I carry less expectation,
I carry myself,
Loneliness nods knowingly.
We walk on..
©®Madhumita
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