Summer Bloom.
You came as a bud in spring.
You bloomed in summer.
And disappeared all over again.
And now gone are the days.
That i see.
The genuine smile on your hairy face.
Your kind heart throbbing… as if calling me .
Your grip, gentle touch.
Warm on my shaking hands.
Gone are the days that i listened.
To your narration of the world.
On wisdom and loneliness.
But your presence.
Is forever felt.
Keeping me companionship.
And slowly maturing me.
In your sure felt absence.