I Miss

I Miss

I miss much more the tinder winter bliss

Of hugs we never had,

Songs we never sang,

Drinks we never drank,

Pizzas we never ate.

But the brown shade of your eyes breaks

The blue blizzard into the invisible spring morning ritual

Even from behind the unbreakable

Glass wall of your classical spectacles.

And your crimson colored photograph crumbles

Every edge of the Ice age I stumble

Upon every now and then.

As the feel of the first touch

Of your finger nails on my palm does.

But sometimes I stare

It glares the flares

Of the storm that happened without a rain

That day when you neither called nor you came.

I will miss much more the tinder winter bliss

Of the hugs should we ever have,

Songs should we ever sing,

Drinks should we ever drink,

Pizzas should we ever eat.