Amidst envelope of thoughts
Unanswered questions still prevail
I wonder the time was all enough
For our love being reckoned as fail

Winter cold had just arrived
The autumn leaves were yet to shed
Our dreams thriving under one pillow
Such concoction was yet to be made.

Long journeys were yet to achieve
The paths were still anonymous
It were still those times
Where, you and love were synonymous.

The natural charms were still sustained
Bewitching with just a flick and swish
Conversations still incomplete
Shooting stars yet to meet our wish

Old wounds were yet to heal
Still figuring out a way
It would be lot more to ask
But,
If you can, stay.


© Inked.melancholy