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.
Sickness has taken over my house
And its roof and walls are rumbling;
People outside are dying too,
And the world beside is crumbling.
I strain to let go of bowels;
But there is no strength left to strain;
My body seems to give up;
I am weakened by all this pain.
Doctors can only do so much;
Medicines have all been tried;
Yet this feeble breath that rallies
Tells me soft, you have not yet died.
Hearts Still Care 
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