Her

 

I donned my shades to block out the streetlights and the stars
Spent nights watching the embers at the tip of my tongue
Hating for nights on end, the idea of you
I looked at the spaces between my fingers and thought of you
Like a child pining over a toy
A fool wishing for the sweet release
Of death
I stood still, playing it all over in my mind
Can I rewrite us?

I miss your voice
I wonder if you think about the times
Over a cup of coffee watching the wind play with the leaves
Remembering your hair in the wind
Reminiscing you dancing in your heels, grooving
Hanging on your words, I fell, Drowning
in your eyes
Imagine you reading by the fireplace
with your hair tied up
Your glasses and the smile
I heard your laugh on that cold wintry night
And fell in love all over again
Did you ?
-Akshat