Three hundred and sixty five
Days and nights ago
You haven’t said goodbye
You have just let me go.
You kept me to yourself,
Indulging in your theft;
You kept with you my heart,
While my shadow’s left.
From there on our words
Have been laid in a script:
I was becoming yours,
And more alive, less stiff.
It wasn’t easy, no,
To melt down arctic ice
But your life-giving glow
Embraced me in its vise.
You’ve found something else
Beneath my glittered mask,
And even when afraid,
You wouldn’t let me pass.
You’ve painted my days
With memories and scents
You’ve waited for me,
And I have come to sense.
I know how long the road
Was for the both of us,
It isn’t just abroad,
And wasn’t just days and nights.
With struggles within ourselves
It’s not three sixty five,
With growth, and pain, and faith —
It now is a whole life.
I promised that some day
I will come back to you,
And I have made my way
Right where I said I’d do.
The trick is now that this
May not be very true —
You never said goodbye,
And I’ve always been with you.
7th August, 2015