An Urge

Many a time when your thoughts fill me up to the brim
when the eyes fail to hold the ostensible smile anymore,
when the heart cannot keep an empty nest
during such time I lose all reasoning
and despite all the promises I made to the self
I desire to reach for you,
to hold you abut and ask you one last time
whether you feel the same pang,
do you still miss my touch,
my words, my proses, my poems, our stories,
if not always, maybe just once in a while

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