never came tomorrow...

its your birthday, i couldn't forget
after you parted but you haven't really left
you did leave an emptiness,however filled with sorrow
a day ended for a better hope but never came tomorrow....

remembering you, here sitting in the pale
tears to wash that headstone shale
you know i come here everyday,bring your favourite chocolate
so many things to talk about,so many memoirs to share everyday

i keep that grass green around your grave
i know how you like to keep your place
lillies,marigold ,roses and carnations
i plant those flowers in your bouquet

this whole valley is colored in your hue
i stretched this grass cover for you
its my heart that is your warm bed
blue is the sky ,because i am feeling blue....

i wait for you,if you aren't at home
i'll leave when you'll be back,for you like it alone
i walk bare feet to remove the thorns,
embed them in my soul,for you shouldn't know
making it smooth under your feet,
for you may take a stroll to pastures unknown..

leaving my scent may make you feel bad
so i bring over these flowers instead
i don't want you to know i was here
so i don't leave my name on the greeting note

"You may find it little later or wilted...
but remember the memories are afresh till this day,
carnations here are the moments intertwined,
lonely years make, this cascading bouquet"...

~thefallenpoet

Prompt: wrote the last stanza as a birthday note on a friends greeting card...and then thought of writing something sad and heart breaking...hence the write..

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