Along the busy streets, where
Trains were the great vessels,
I found you at the wee hours
Enchanted by the look in your eyes
Aloof with the roughness of your voice
Rain poured, however
No one knew, but I myself
Vain were the emotions I felt
Ash as your sea crashing hair
Hindered by the directions of the wind
Green leaves had withered
Alms had been given
Mourning had subsided
Lost, I was trying to find my way back
Right where you sat, glanced
Today, the trains had stopped
Alleviating the heavy flow, stuck
Leaving the mix of smoke and your scent
Sedating further, the numbness
Escavenger to your remnants
Another half a  year has to come