By Vanaja Marrapu
It’s 2.00 AM.
The cool winter breeze brushes past,
Whispering against my cheek.
Your memories flare in my mind,
Stirring awake, alive once more.
The waves came playfully to my feet,
Hoping to share their joy.
But instead, they shared my sorrow,
Retreating, dejected.
Even the retreated waves came to me,
But not you.
If meeting you is upon destiny,
Then the unyielding time is my enemy.
Yet, here I wait,
To meet my fate.