A night when something darker than sadness covered my whole room, I wrote this. All I knew was, my loved one is at their lowest point, and all I could do was wish, “if I could…I would.”
If I could come,
I’d lit the candles
In your room.
If the wind blew,
I’d leave the matches
On your door.
If you feel deserted,
I’d come with a sad grin
In your dream.
If the rain pours in,
I’d think of the darkness
We live in.
Note: The write-up is solely written my me, Jigyasa.
