Like most in my family,
I have lived, I have lost;
I have done my duty;
I have paid its cost.
I have caught butterflies
And let them go;
I can kill demons
And none would know.
I have survived pain;
Seen the sun rise;
Felt love blossom;
Held it, as it dies.
Decades have passed,
So have most in my family;
I have lived and lost;
I continue my life
And forgiven its cost.
Just turn around in bed
And touch my cheek.
I am not asking for hours.
A moment is all I seek.
I know your language
Of love is not the same;
But call me jaan once –
I already know my name.
A caress – in passing –
A hug that is warm and tight –
Can soothe so much pain –
Can make love so right –
…keep thinking of you…
I don’t regret that you have left.
It’s just the way you did.
It’s not that I am bereft.
It’s not that I didn’t try.
It’s just that I was dying
And you, actually, did die.
Hearts Still Care 
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