I see your blue eyes
Saying so many things
All that remains are so many ‘why’s.
A smile on the tree, a kiss on the bench,
Rainfall spattering everywhere
But it is in memories that I get drenched.
A lonely soul on a park’s bench,
Alone yet with company,
A single thread on nostalgia,
Tender words and moments exchanged.
My favourite place in the whole world,
From where our journey started getting built.