The echo of silent prayers that were never heard is still there;
Lying beneath the far stretched sky, behind trail of every shooting star tales of my love for you are still there;
Holding your hand and walking distances, warmth of your touch is still there;
Under the layers of turmoil of life, freshness of memories which were once moments is still there;
Time never stopped, so does the tears dampening the pillows, pain in the heart is still there;
Destinations have changed so are the ways but I am still stuck at the same turn where you have left me, so the wait is still there;
Before giving up my tryst with life, before succumbing to the inevitable my eyes would long to see you because desire is still there.