A nudge
to meet twice—
Orange sunrays showed the way.
To the pouring rain, a view—precise.
A conversation-a simple formality.
Gentler it was,
yet it didn't say
my heart's reality.
A festival like fresh air.
Can we restart?
Away from our
bittersweet lair
A gloomy ecstasy awaits
the repair.
To stoop and pick the remedy
Let's play our part—
a camaraderie—
Some experiences,
Some comedy.
Not for the end;
to resume the innings.
To honor those
festive greetings—
An urge to
greet you twice—