Maybe..

At times I still think it cannot be true..but it is..it is true .he is no longer here..the sole owner of the oversized clothes in my cupboard.. my strength and advisor who encouraged me and helped me to look at life positively..my miracle..the answer to my prayers for half a decade..he is not here..

Maybe in the breeze that caresses my face 

Or the rain that hides my tears..

Maybe in the smile on my daughters face 

Or in the hug from a genuine heart…

Maybe in the words I write 

Or the touch of comfort in moments of despair

Maybe ..Maybe…Maybe…

When my strength towards weakness steers 

When carpedium means loneliness

When my soul accepts your absence

When my love is less insane or more

When my smile is unsalted by a drop of tear 

When sorrow has tired my eyes 

Maybe…Maybe..Maybe…