[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