The Texts

Casual texts,

Expressing love,
Carrying dreams.
Every night visits me,
With a life,
We could have lived,
With a love
We could have expressed,
With the family
We could have made,
With the smiles
We could have shared.
Leaves me
With reverberating souls,
Decked heart,

With despair hopes.
As morning awakes
From its deep sleep
And terrifies them
Of consent death.
Oh! Poor texts.