Connected through good intentions

Days pass by,

Your morning greetings remain,

Some have dropped out,

But I don't dwell in dismay.

I sense sincerity in your gestures,

Even if mornings turn to afternoons,

And sometimes evenings too,

Your steadfastness shines through.

On days without your greetings,

A void forms, leaving me numb,

But rest assured, even if I'm not here,

I'll still await them, year after year.

Through time's passage,

Connections may fade,

But these intentions, a relic of the past,

In memories, they're steadfast.

No matter how hard I try,

To live solely in the present,

Good intentions, these connections,

Bind me to the past, ever present.

Dr. SV Prabhath