I watch the morning light walk

through the window as the curtain

beats the side walls in a gentle pace.

 

Sound of the music filled the

portable space as it caused a

crawling back to our first encounter. 

A feeling of solace.

 

Though years swipes swiftly,

And days run off carelessly,

That dew drop of memory remains. 

 

Hiding in the middle of a song on my

playlist,

Embroidered on the green dress I

wear once in a blue moon,

Mixed with that food I eat every

Friday,

Behind the slang I say too often.

 

Can I ever succeed in crossing the road of your oblivion?