Stolen moments
Fragments of conversations
So little was spoken, yet
A lot has been conveyed and
Understood.
Talk with silence, with laughter, with gentle teasing.
Complaints, compliments and sarcasm.
Longings and cherishing
Imagining and reminiscing
Feel of your hands on my skin
Sweet scent of your breathe.
A warm glow rushes in my vain
Drifting me off to my wonderland
And there you are
Smiling, awaiting my return.
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