You Poem by Shafee Pitafi

Your bold voice, my ears still hear,
Though stillness had no permission that time,
One day you would have remorse.
The wind of your falling hair, my heart still feels.
I used to die for it.
The taste of your lips, my lips still miss,
The best wine I have ever drunk.
The grin curved on your face, I still imagine.
You used to contribute to me.
The way you would push me, I still laugh at.
You might remember.
The manner you would hit me, I still smile at.
You must be recalling,
The chapter of your love, I still have disclosed,
And you know,
I read you every day.
The lines of your letters, I still come across.
You might have flamed.
The time I would wait for you, I still seek.
Who cares? You utter.
No matter if you cared for it or not.
I am, Under the skies of your love, still breathing.