Meenal Solanki

Can we just go to the park, and hang?
Can we sit among the flowers, and be?

May I lie down on those dewy small green blades,
And lose myself in the sea of blue above?
Will you lie next to me and hold my hand,
So that I don’t get lost?

Will you let me hear the flutter
of the wings of the ladybirds?
And the chime of your laughter?
May I spend my day sitting there, still,

Till the sky above is dark, but
Gleaming with those little shimmers, the stars
Which reflect in your eyes?

Can I just lie in my bed, close my eyes,
And live this all over again tonight?

-M

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I miss you. You were the one person who was the kindest to me. And you were kind to everyone. Type C personality, that’s what they are calling it, the kind of people more likely to die of cancer. Because they keep it all in.

You were also unfortunately always…

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