Contemplating the mess We all called life, Sitting on a bench Like dear old times.
Thoughts drifted back Towards the starry night, Where it all had began First time you called yourself mine.
A stroll down the memory lane Bits and pieces Some still the same, Fresh like it happened yesterday When I wasn't struggling To be sane.
The way you smiled shyly Everytime you saw me, The way your eyes Sparkled With mischievous glint, The way you got choked up Overwhelmed with the love, That used to flow like a current Between us. The intensity you used to Watch me with. And the goofy laugh We used to share on my Stupid nerdy jokes.
Flashes after flashes Of the time spent together, You and me...the world Nothing else ever mattered.
Then I came back to Myself. .. And a heavy sigh escaped. Still kinda weird, But you made me smile again.