Day was nothing but
gray skies through dusty window.
Cold wind shakes a leave or two.
Corner of the wet pavement,
a puppy in pain,
murmurs
'Don't leave me alone.'
But hears no one.
Does the sky ever cares
about the raindrops
smashing on the road?

When I go home,
I'll try finding some sleep
without running around
too much in my head,
I hate darkness of my mind.

Like always…
It’s sweet to listen to you,
to have a tea with the past,
dig up an old memory or two
like a box of old photographs,
smile, talk, tease, giggle
and make fun of the world
(You were always funny
just the way I like)

Then we’ll walk away
towards opposite ends,
I don’t know about you anymore,
But I love to relive my past.

You're so funny -
coming up with stories
one after the other,
stoping once in a while
just to tease me.
Your coffee brown eyes
glows with fire
and every curve of your face
dances to your voice.
I could only smile
and stare at your lips
searching for words
vainly.

You're a whirlwind of crazy,
I'm just an idiot.