As rain pours over the city
slowing down the pace of all,
nostalgia comes running
to mock me for what could have been
the first meeting,
the first date - feelings sweeter than tea
your hand on mine and the warmest hugs

maybe could've become
first anniversaries,
forever date,
laughter turned into lullabies
we'd pass on to our kids one day

It mocks;

yes, our eyes whispered all we wished to say,
yet borders drawn in blood and names
tough choices and
Prayers said in different tongues
Parents who'd never soften
even if we'd held hands
and begged.

So, I lied,
blurred the truth,
pushed you away
to protect you
from what we could never have

Then, comes the haunting horror -
the ache,
the nightmare i wish i could be awake
from, not into,
of why 'you and I'
could never be We

Yet still I smile when we meet
like I never tasted the dream
That still claws my rib
the dream
I wish was,
Mine!