Nights Like This


Like the previous night
And all nights before
2 AM.
I am lying on my bed
Alone. Eyes closed.
It’s raining outside
I can feel
Someone’s fingers on my lips
And lips on my forehead.
Who else would that be?

On nights like this
When echoes occupy
My mind
You are with me
Though you will never be.
I can feel
Your absence.
Isn’t that in itself
A kind of presence?

Much love,


6 Comments Add yours

  1. A hauntingly beautiful poem, Ayush!


  2. Anupriya K says:

    Beautiful and touching 💕

    Liked by 1 person

    1. AYUSH says:


      Liked by 1 person

      1. So pensively written!

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Ayush says:

        Tysm for reading😇

        Liked by 1 person

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