11/06/2026
**To my man,**
Sudan Gurung returns as Home Minister again,
but when will you return to me?
The night has crossed midnight,
and the moon keeps me company
the way your memories do.
I wonder if you know
that I carry you with me
wherever I go.
In crowded streets,
in silent rooms,
between unfinished dreams
and sleepless nights,
you are there.
I wonder if you see
that you're very much
a part of me.
You live in the songs I play,
in the pages I read,
in the prayers I whisper
when nobody is listening.
I wonder if
you feel the same.
Do my memories visit you
the way yours haunt me?
Do you pause for a moment
when my name drifts through your mind?
I wonder,
do we share that pain?
The pain of distance,
of waiting,
of reaching for someone
who is not there to hold your hand.
Tonight, the city sleeps,
the stars remain awake,
and so do I.
Waiting.
Wondering.
Missing you.
I wonder if you know
that I carry you with me
wherever I go.
And until the day you return,
I will keep a place for you
between my heartbeat
and every midnight prayer.
Yours,
always.
~Saanvi Rose
