A Sad Poem

Its the only poem that I could've recovered from my early college days blog. Man !! was I a downer and so fucking hopelessly in love. But hey, its a good sad poem.

For I, miss her
Their presence makes me realize she's absent,
For talking to her was like talking to oneself,
For she listened when I spoke,
And she cared.

And when she spoke,
Ah ! when she spoke,
She conversed with my heart direct,
And she spoke,
And made me realize how wrong I've been.

For her single word of appreciation,
Gave me wings to fly to the top of the world,
And her sentences of corrections,
Were like crown of thorns

And yes, I loved her,
I loved her, may be I loved her.
But she loved me back,
She loved me more than I loved her

And I lost her,
I lost her in the grandeur of the west,
I lost her in queerness of the east
I lost her, when she left,

And now that she's gone,
I pretend to be fine,
As my friend advised "I grabbed a spoon",

But the truth is,
I miss her voice,
I miss her soft hands,
I miss her sweet laughter,
I miss her advice,
I miss her hugs,

Its her birthday today and I miss her,
For somewhere, sometime, in the lost corners of my mind,
I still crave for her,

For, I, the pretentious one,
Still love her.