I have a taste in my memory,
I have an aroma of exotic spices,
Just can't recall what I miss though.
I remember stirring the Kettle,
I remember feeling every little Smoke,
I remember kindling the Fire,
Still I can't recall what I miss.
I remember the two of us,
Weaving dreams which are distant memories now,
Yet your voice strokes me,
And still I can't recall what I miss.
I heard you a little while ago!
Awoke from slumber,
Found an empty dark room,
I felt you move right beside me,
I felt your fingers strumming my face like strings of guitar;
I felt your energy but
What am I missing?
You told me, "I would fulfill your wildest and silliest dreams",
I don't know what they would be though,
Illogically my lips curve,
Forming that perfect shape,
For that beloved smile you want..
And I now know what I miss;
I miss your company,
I miss that belongingness,
I miss that aura of being my true self;
I miss the vessel to complete my recipe!
Amazing stuff...One of your best compose..:)
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