The Nights

It's been some time since we moved away,
Not that I have begun to forget it.
As I grew more into you,
And you grew out of me.
I have missed the laughs,
I have missed the hugs,
I have missed the kisses too,
And the nights when neither wanted to hang up,
Even if there was nothing to say.

There are times when I smile to myself,
Thinking how beautiful the time was.
Then there are moments when anger rushes in,
Making it hard to accept how it is.
Late in the day I lie on my bed,
often writing my thoughts in ink,
But then there were nights you would be with me,
Listening to all the thoughts I had to say.

Those mornings I remember,
Your voice used to wake me.
Evenings spent anxiously in wait,
of the hour when together we were to be.
These shoulders you would lean upon,
And these arms holding you close,
Silent were the nights with none to disturb you and me ,
Quiescence of the dark with its own narrative to say.

But then you took it all away,
As your innocent eyes turned indifferent.
Sometimes my mind often delves into,
What could possibly be(your reasons)!
I have put back my life together,
Honest if I were I wouldn't want you back,
Yet there are times when the heart ponders,
Blessed would have been the nights to have you by my side,
And a story for the future to say.