We used to talk like crazy as if there is no tomorrow.
About every laughter of joy and tear drops of sorrow.

Your head on my shoulder and fingers between mine,
Everything fitting in pieces impeccably perfectly fine.

Your cute look on face by those constant falling of curl,
Which used to make you the prettiest girl of this world.

As you are gone all those memories are fading away,
Colorful pages of our book turning into dark gray.

Remembering you is like those old books on my shelf,
Which I can preserve and dust but can't read myself.

But I do feel lucky for sharing our paths for a while,
As the sweet short journey of ours makes me smile.

© Akash dey