Longing

Some nights are hard, some days are a breeze

After a thousand times, I thought I'd take it with ease 

But all I know is it's a quarter past two

And my mind is clouded with thoughts of you

I'm usually stronger than grief and lament

Until I'm reminded of your lingering scent

A lump in my throat, it's hard to hold back

From stolen glances, now it's constant wrack

Emptiness engulfs me, as it spews

And I sit wondering of worse fates and dues

Is it loving something after it is gone 

Or missing something that is your own

Now I find myself on the kitchen floor

In the faint light by the refrigerator door

I will never forsake you, my one and only

I love you, dear chicken biryani