Poetry and Me

If your tomorrow happen without me?

Will you miss the way I used to write for thee?

Those thousand lines depicting my emotions to you!

Will you open those again, at least a few?

Do you still remember those first four sensuous lines?

And...and that gloomy one, 

which I had written for you, maybe last time!

Depicting that perhaps our way is dividing,

and you are someone else's, though you were never mine!

Or that one, I had written on a rainy day!

I had written all that, which I couldn't say!

Will you read?

Will you read that all again?

With a sweet smile or with pain?

No, dear,

if tomorrow happen without me,

never mourn, never search me anywhere else, 

rather, within my poetry, there I will ever be.