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
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