Our Anniversary Poem
written by: Anuska Bag
I miss him a little more
when it is freezing outside
I yearn for his presence
a bit more when the temperature
drops below ten
So I close my eyes and try
to remember everything
that is still left with me
everything I have gathered
little by little
I can almost feel his face
against my cold fingers
I can almost trace
the bend of his nose
the warmth of his ears
the roughness of his stubble
the edge of his forehead
the soft glow of his lips
I feel my little heart
thumping a little harder
as I almost perceive
his heavy breaths
against my shoulders
I open my eyes at the rush
of a sharp cold wind
I search for him
in the stillness
It is very cold and perhaps
I am stuck
in my mind
in his territory
I am an Assistant Professor of English at Abacus Institute of Engineering and Management and a poet whose work explores intimacy, memory, and emotional absence through quiet, tactile imagery. My poetry is marked by restraint, attentiveness to the body, and an interest in interior landscapes shaped by longing and stillness. I write about everyday moments where feeling lingers longer than presence.
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