Showing posts from August, 2009
The trip back from the airport
There were no tears to be shed There were no words to be said
[The body of the poem should have come here But, you see, it is empty]
True love and true friendship Is about letting go

[Not quite a poem but still poetic, i suppose :-]

The Wait

The last hour is longer than the last day;
The last minute is the longer than the last hour;
The last moment is the longest -
For it lasts forever!