I wish to meet you

Before I leave, she said

Where are you going, he asked

Far, very far

Away from the love you promised

From the love I craved

Somewhere I had dreamt of

Building our nest

But, you left

Midway

Coursing few seasons

Leaving me

In the winter phase

Wish I had met you

Not for inquest

But to lay my shoulder on you

One last time

And whisper "my love"

Before I left.

©LR