I Miss You

When the sun goes below,

Down the line of horizon,

I remember the days,

When life as such shone,

With pains of varied hues,

The heart says, I miss you,

When the moon bids bye,

And the sun comes out for duty,

Out, come the memories,

In the reign of morn beauty,

When it feels the cool dew,

My heart says, I miss you.

From My Poems: Twenty Ten