Waking up every morning

To realise you will never come back

The winter has chosen to remain harsh

The smog outside the window

Has exacerbated my feelings

I toss in agony

Clutching the cushion

Trying to find traces of your fragrance

But all that now remains

Is the gnawing space

You somewhere in the infinite horizon

Me still in the earthy terrain

Your seed

Still growing within me.

©LR