I write whatever comes to my mind
It’s not just about you
But the trees
And the breeze
The chirpy birds
The foggy mornings
The fresh coffee
The stagnant traffic
The giggly baby
The nosy neighbour
The silent creeper
The snappy ally
The lovey-*****
That’s oh so dearly
That painful memory –
Of you; obviously
That comes once a while
When I smile
When I cry
When I’m sad
When I’m mad

I write whatever comes to my mind
It’s not just about you