[This is a poem in the making. I don’t want to sit down at once and write it down, for that won’t be honest. I want to write it as and when I get the feeling. Bear with me readers. I won’t blame you for not coming back]
The yearning refuses to go away
And comes and goes in ones and twos
Sometimes vague, other times clear
Theres’ still somewhere, the residue of you
It lurks in the corners, and jerks open my stupor
Or slowly burns in my heart to a blue
I hear that voice, it echoes from nowhere
A whisper that’s a residue of you
Were you even real, did that really happen?
I struggle to keep that dream anew
Am I even capable of that feeling?
Can I even hold the residue of you?
I pray and wrestle with God every day
Mend my heart and give its due
Or help me collect its many pieces
Especially oh especially that residue of you
Mukti Masih 
I like what I’m reading of the poem so far.
Thank you. I added a few more lines
wow, really like this poem, 😍
Thanks Raksham
Thank you for sharing your poetic artistry, dear Mukti, and I hope you’ll find the words you seek, a rhythm which resonates in that which remains. I’ll certainly come back to read your work, my friend. Be blessed.
Over time
From deep inside
Through lessons that we learn
With heartfelt love
Experience
Life reflects each time we yearn
Thanks Phil. And those are lovely words as well