My gifts for today

On my birthday, I cant hep but think about you...about the love you showered me with, about your warm hug and soul snatching kiss..I miss linking my arms in yours, I miss catching your eye across a crowd, I miss falling in love over and over, I miss speaking without words, I miss the dimpled smile,  I miss you so much everyday, even n the days I think I don't....

A dozen dried roses,

In a decrepit old carton,

Preserved in a desolate corner.

A crimpled cream card;

Crammed characters in black print,

Tucked away in a hackneyed purse.

A jacket, moth-eaten and timeworn.

A letter, memorised but unwritten.

Words unspoken and orphaned.

The recollection of a hasty hug, faint,

Yet, relived once too often.

My gifts for today...

My gifts for today...