Missing Prajna

On such days which just wont die,
When they linger on , I wonder why
Do I suffer it all alone, when I should
Be having you by my side. I could
Be holding that right hand tight
And walking down the roads in delight.
Or I could be cradling the phone so long
trying to recall that one stubborn song
Stuck in your head and also in mine
While we watched that movie online.
Or maybe pour  all my troubles out
About silly people whom I could do without
Or share with you the  ache and pain
Which has started in my knees again
Oh why does this day linger on and on
Making me so pensive and forlorn
How I wish and pray that I can one day
Get back my friend whom I miss today
To nod my grey head and shake  my wrinkled hand
To endless chatter that only you would understand.