Down this sentimental highway, I speed astray.
Intoxicated by her thoughts, lost in disarray.
Lost the count of close calls I've had,
I wish God takes my license away instead.

I have been swerving around,
With these tears pouring out,
of my eyes, And the sound,
Her voicenotes, echoing out loud.

I want to go back to those times,
When the sunlight didn't hurt.
When laughters danced within each chime,
Moments pristine, and worries inert.

I hate how much I check my phone,
I miss the way she made it glow.
The way she could light up my day,
With just a message, saying "hey" or "hello"!


© Karthik Chyawan