The Urn Poem by Souren Mondal

I wish I could talk to you again
like the way I used to do.
Nights after nights,
your words kept me awake.

But shit has happened and now it's all over,

Yet when I look at your face,
I wish I could touch it
and kiss your lips one last first time,
and take you to an island only for us.

And you would be forever young,
and I would be entirely yours.

It would be the paradise where neither you'll cry nor I'll die.

But now it's gone...

You're gone,
and I'm spent for ever.

There's no fuel to ignite the fire that kept me alive,
the fire of my life,
my love for you,
pure as the look of your eyes,
strong as your gravity that pulled me toward you,

But now it's all gone,
Spent and downright empty.

Nothing remains...