About this- The February air
Which has grown bitter with age
And now fills me up with despair
The memories of the once inseparable you and me
Haunt me and chill me to the bone
Reminding me of how it used to be
When I was with you, never alone
There's something about the February air
That covers my sunny world in snow
Which breezes in nostalgia everywhere
Wherever it feels it must blow
This air endlessly blows and blows
Spreading and showering a cocktail
Of mixed feelings wherever it goes
Feelings fresh then, now turned stale
It deliberately whooshes past my ear
Abruptly and way too harshly, this wind
Making me re-live some fragments, I held dear
Of us together somewhere in my subconscious mind
There's something funny in this February air
And this moment that brings back that smile
Which I had buried deep somewhere
And had not smiled, since a while
The long bygone memoirs of past
Memories balmier than the first bud of may
Which somehow were not meant to last
Why? Why did it all had to end this way?
This luke warm February air
Of your February, aches my inside hollow
So much that it's getting hard to bear
It melts and makes these long frozen tears flow
They roll down my cheek and linger
Linger a little longer upon my jawline
Waiting for your affectionate finger
To wipe them, these drops so saline.
2 comments:
I miss you.
Pain. :(
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