He was enjoying the aroma of bromeliads under the blue evening sky,
Watching the lost birds, trying to understand their pain through their cries.
Sitting on the same bench they used to sit,
Had shared enough of his pain with her and now it was time for her to quit.

He was anxious when he called her, she always knew when he lied,
She came running to the park, seeing her hustling towards him, he smiled.
Inspite of her decieving her thoughts, 'this is the last time we meet', he said and the skies cried,
Reasons didn't matter so she never asked but until tonight he had been her perfect guide.

Every night he watches the stars trying to embrace the lonely skies,
They never wanted their story to be a fairy tale and so there weren't any lies.
When the moon shines in the sky, he feels her presence,
Her warmth pressed against his chest , intertwining like fire and cigarette.

But the rest of their life wasn't a surprise,
For them staying together, she could have paid any price.
She always went to the park and waited until late night,
She feels he is watching her, maybe he is just out of her sight.

He disappeared like a piece of grain in a house of wheat sacks,  
She could never resist on her thought of him coming back.
But he never looked back at her to see the reaction to his words,
Maybe he knew how she'd feel , when he heard the cries of the lost birds.