When I’m gone…
baby, walk the meadows,
where the dew tickled our toes
where we’d lie for hours
consumed with love
in that moment, I’ll be with you
♥
When I’m gone…
baby, sit by the pond,
we’d toss pebbles into
and watched them
leave ripples on the surface
in that moment, I’ll be with you
♥
When I’m gone…
baby, climb the hills
we’d wave the sun goodbye from
and sealed the day with a kiss
in that moment, I’ll be with you
♥
When I’m gone…
baby, read Frost, Calvino, and Poe
that we’d wallow in sitting by the fire
in that moment, I’ll be with you
♥
When I’m gone…
I want you to feel no grief
shed no tear, evade despair
baby, just know this
like the moss that cushions the stones
your love cushioned my damaged soul.
~~~~~
Asha Seth
Asha Seth 
Touched deep inside! As a mom I could understand and connect…you proved what an awesome poet you are! 💖
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Nothing could make me happier. Your words are always such a lift. Be as you are. 😘💕
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Lots of love 💖💕
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Ohh. Tucked it all, and happy as a kid. Thanks so much. 😃
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How beautiful a writer you are sweetheart!!! XOXO!!
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Thank you, Maureen. Your words are so delightful.
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As are you love! XO!
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So, was going through your cauldron, couldn’t help but notice the theme of unrequited love cutting across most poems. Must say, you do make some compact and intense poetry out here.
PS: What’s with the recurring motif of black heartins between verses?
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Yes, it perennially perplexes me as to how and what people experience when they are stuck in that limbo of loving and losing at the same time. Ive tried to capture that from different perspectives, time and again.
As for the heartins, they create just enough breaks between stanzas as i desire. Nothing peculiar.
Be around. I love reading your random thoughts.
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Ok. Had a heartbeat I believe, a crushing one?
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Not really! But almost! 😛 And you meant ‘heartbreak’ I believe? 😉
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Ya, heartbreak it was. screw typos
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Nevermind!
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The beautiful memories of precious love that lives on.. love this post
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Yes, I loved it too. Thank you.
.😍😋
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You’re welcome 😊
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Such a touching poem!
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Thank you, dear. 🤓
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Is it so easy? It’s really difficult to forget a loved one… when somebody dies or somebody goes away.
Beautiful words… loved the expressions that flowed through your emotions.
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I have been present to the pain of the loss of a loved one more than once, sadly. So I wanted to take a different look at it.
I like that you approve of it.
Chiradeep 🙂
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I have lost a 21 year bro myself in an accident. And a dear sister like friend when she committed suicide… difficult situations… yet God allows those things for us to go through so that we can be used as His powerful instruments in future.
Sorry for your loss Asha.
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Sorry for your loss too. And thank you for your kind words.
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No words in dictionary can describe this. 🙂
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Oh, I’ll take that as a compliment! 🙂
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You should indeed. 🙂
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Lovely
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Your comments are really goody good. Thanks a heap. 😁
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Thanks..I started liking your posts…missed it. Beautiful poems
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That’s nice because I love receiving responses and replying to them. 😋
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same here
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Beautiful 🙂
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Reblogged this on Orthometry and commented:
A bit more upbeat, no doubt, than this: https://grandtrines.wordpress.com/and-when-i-die/
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Thank you for sharing. 😃
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You are welcome! 💔
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A mention of Calvino always makes me happy my friend as does your emotive words, each one etching itself into my soul and making me think and appreciate how rich language is in the right hands.
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Just as you words make me feel, with the numerous reviews you write. I just can’t seem to write so well, or so regularly, as yourself. You do inspire me, my friend. 🙂
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I haven’t written anything now for ages, I will get on it in the next week though, promise.
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All right. Upon your word, my friend. 😃
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And who wud love like this! wow
True love is like a thing that existed in some stories! : p
love each stanzas : )
very heart felt and and wonderful ending!
Feelings are strange things Asha : )
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Your words are delightful, Jyoti. However, I believe true love is not merely an element of fiction. It thrives in every effort made to make the other happy and feel loved. 🙂
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Awesome Post Aasha ji.
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Thank you.
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Very beautiful
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Happy to see you here, Derrick. And thank you for the motivational comment. 😃
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
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Honored to be reblogged, John.😃
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Was my honor. A worthwhile poem.
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Thank you.😃
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So sad and so beautiful. I have watched many people die of old age. I saw in their eyes. More concern for our well being than their death coming. I love this poem.
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Yes, this is something I’d like to do for my loved ones. Assure them that I’ll be okay when I’m gone if they promise to keep themselves well.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, John.😃
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You are welcome Asha.
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😉
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I can feel the unmeasured love
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Sure, you can. Kiran. 😃 One such love is for words, and that’s mutual. Isn’t it?
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Of course 😊 …apart from words I mean more …It’s about us bieng together.
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Yes, true that. 😉
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Very moving and touching …just confirms what I always say…the longer you live the more you feel your mortality creep up on you.
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Right you are, Jerry. I’ve always seconded the thought of having life behind in people and things one loves, even after they’re gone. It’s subjective though, how one perceives it. What say?
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I say you touched on it quite well Asha. Too much we focus on how someone died and not how they lived and the impact that they make in our life and the moments we share. In this case in your post it is with someone that the person was intimate with so their moments were moments that only they shared but the point is well taken …to cherish our moments with friends and family
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Asha how are you doing? You have been so quiet
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Hello Jerry!
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How are you doing?
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And your writings are like peace to my eyes and my heart. ❤
A wonderful one, again. 🙂
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Pleased to know that. 😃 How do you do?
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😊
I’m good.
You say?
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