By-Muskan Atar
I wish
droplets on the adaxial of a leaf
and oasis in desert
meant to wet my dry eyes
rainbows meant to color my white envelope
petrichor meant to scent my dark and long hair
like moonlight dropping through window
you would come
and feel every grain of my skin
I still
embrace the warmth of your cuddles
feel your latency during muddles
I wish
your presence was as real as
the tear dropping down our children's eyes
the loud noises heard in their hidden cries
the hollowness they carry when other fathers receive their children from school
I wish
the air around was of your breath and noise of your tiresome shouts
I remember
the hum of heartbeat when I use to lay on your chest in the midnight
the blep of wet lips while they slide
through the mole of a spright
I still
listen to the same sound
but
in the void of loneliness
I wish
when the door opens
those two little legs see your cherishing smile
through foggy weather
you would appear like a sparkling light
and wake me up
like this is just a nightmare.
But
as I open my eyes
I see a crawling hollowness in the walls, windows and dim lights.
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn