Poems of Love: Grave

Just feels like last night,
When you held my hand and told me you’ll never leave
A cold night, it was Christmas Eve.

Sitting across; on our bed
That’s all you said
Oh how I longed to hold you that night,
But, honey why’d you look so pale?
And your face;
You weren’t sad, you weren’t happy
You were empty.
And if I moved closer, you’d seem more distant. Why?
Your voice was faint and deep
Like you had lost something. What did you lose?
I wished you’d tell me and I would kiss you to feeling better, just like old times.
But time seemed to have slowed down that night;
And Silence was dense; all over.

26 December, your grave.
Cold breeze, pale grass, an emptiness
Silence, holding memories of you and times that would never return.
And a smile ran across my face
Because you will return,
Again, tonight, as always.


— Gunjan Sethi


  1. Success Inspirers' World · November 5, 2018

    Beautiful poem. I enjoy it.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. berserkerthoughts · December 15, 2018

    I have always been comforted by the idea that the dead are not as gone as we think. Love this!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. gsethi2409 · December 15, 2018

    Very well said, thank you!


  4. razarandomthoughts · February 28, 2019

    Beautifully written

    Liked by 1 person

  5. gsethi2409 · March 1, 2019

    Thanks ❤️


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