After walking down a long lane I sat on a bench with an umbrella in one hand. Sitting still, I don't remember, why my thoughts were numb. With a straight face, gazing towards that wet grass. Through my wet translucent glasses
It was a tired pouring day. An unusual day - with no reason for a smile to stay.
The winds blew rough- And froze my hand. They were hitting my face like a rubber band.
My focus was lost and gone- All logic and reasoning were worn and torn.
Folklores of the insects felt quieter than silence. Things that were troubling me I can't reimagine that violence.
I missed to hear that- Birds were chirping my song of unfound love. I just kept rubbing my hands under the glove.
But why still, what was the doubt? They left me alone so what? I always walked like that- The lone one in the crowd.
Maybe this could be the only reason For what just had happened I was just a victim of a disease called overthinking I don't know why I stayed on that bench. Without blinking.
Tears had flowed over my cheeks, I don't remember Or they got mixed with the rain drops I don't remember. What I remember, it was something about That I lost someone or I was on a verge to lose someone - who was out and about
I can only remember that I woke up by A strange talking goose muddling riddles like a muse