1999.

Waiting for your letter,
Expectant eyes;
heavy hopes,
hasty goodbyes.

Blotches of Ink,
Know you cried when you wrote;
I cried reading it,
A lump in my throat.

Missing your touch,
My heart aches;
Searching you in corridors,
My body rakes.

Pregnant womb,
Eyes red;
In a warstruck nation,
You lie dead.

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