Unamed Longing

By Kritvi Gera

I miss you,

I really do.

But do you too?

I pick up the phone to call

But keep it aside

Thinking, you don't mind.

Thinking, you don't want me.

I try to write cheerful words but nothing comes;

Except sorrow, sadness and pain.

But I'll keep trying till melancholy becomes bright,

Till the sun shine

I'll keep trying,

I'll keep running,

To you.

I miss you,

I really do.

But do you?

By Kritvi Gera