To Meghna

in the stillness of the night

all i hear is the hoot of the owl

the lingering smell of your perfume

and the sound of your voice in my head

how do i spend the day

waiting for you to come back

do i get to work ?

or do i kill time at home ?

the stolen moments on the phone

remained me of the time you were here

how i wish that i could speak to you

for a hour and then another so

holidays come and go

your presence completes me so

the lingering smell of your perfume

the sound of your voice on the phone

C