#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house.

memories piled,
cloud of dust covering,
waiting to be discovered by you.

In this lifetime I shall wait for you come to me,
and in the next I'll search for you,

in every nook and crevice,
till I find you or you find me,
cause we're born to be,
bounded souls we are.
© khaulat m.