Final Farewell

So here we stand, once again. I remember when a little nothing,

One ‘please stay’ from your lips, would have held me.

Remember the silent rush of emotion, a swift choking

Riptide subduing sense to the rule of sensation.

Yet every tide must turn. Yours, my love, is running out to sea.

*****

M.A. Mohanraj

July 24, 1996