A Loss

Those were the times

I was then young

you were so abundant

and I was a smug

You glowed & bloomed,

you held on me

but I was busy

and chose not to see

Then effects of aging

started to unfold

you too started leaving,

 leaving me untold

In bunches and heaps

were how  u left me

how devastated I was

everybody could see,

Come back my dear

I say this everyday

While applying

oil, cream, and spray

And because of you,

Or absence of you,

My niece calls me

Chanda Mamu J