Missing Wishes

I smelt leaves being cremated,

reminding me of your funeral

that caused harsh residues to escape

from my soul's windows,

smearing the pain of your memory

dulling the malaise of starvation within

A final release, I was hoping

But...

still, I find myself

switching the lights on in daylight hours

You see;

even now I need to feel your touch

and hear the little boy crying,

for what was never more

than a naked dream

clothed in a foreign language.

Gravity's hypocrisy of justice.