Am I Being Missed As Much?

The words ring on my ears,
As tears well up in my eyes
And a thought crosses my mind -
Am I missed as much?

The day paves way
for the dusk, and evenings roll along
As the mundane gives way for the special
The memories glide up -
the smiles, the tears
and the sweet nothings
That we shared,
leaning against our shoulders.

Waking up is a grouse,
as endlessly I wait
To be called,
rolled around with rich smile;
Days are drab,
as a stubborn silence hugs me
for long hours
For the habit of getting used to your voice -
Every hour, every moment!

Your voice
still drags along a warmth,
The smiles still light up your face -
when they'd meet mine,
You are always about and around -
in my thoughts.
When do I have you
to do all that to me, again?

Listening to the sweet unsaid words
was so beautiful
Just looking at each other
without a murmur to disturb -
Just the sweetness of smiles,
the warm tears or your bear hugs.
It's time to hear your voice,
again, to put life back in me.

Every moment you are close,
near to my heart
As I see you, hear and feel you;
Why aren't you here -
when I rub sleep off my eyes?
And then a thought crosses my mind -
Am I missed as much
When you shrug off sleep -
and not find me?




© Sashikant Mohanty