– Sesi Saradi
I want to bury my face
Into the hollow of
Your neck,
Inhale deeply and
Experience the exhilaration of
Being in your arms.
But all I could think
At that time, is
The ticking of the clock,
The marching of minutes
And time slipping away
Stealthily.
In no time at all,
You are on the road again
Walking towards your
Battle field.
I was left to wonder
When I will get to
Meet you again.