Drops pattering in the background, the air swirling
around,
No rays dancing, far and wide; no light, no hope,
Thoughts and memories paving the way ahead, just
like you,
Distant in memory, yet a click away, and a shake of
the head,
Words flowing like rivulets in their youth, more
often than not,
Repetition is more about coincidence, of thoughts,
Petrichor rising with the falling rain, emotions
following suit,
New friends, new places, new memories, yet not a new
me,
A forlorn face hidden behind a smile so warm and
clear,
A dream in mind, an idea in place; but for that
face,
The clouds mirroring the eyes so wet, but not in
sorrow,
In peace; the tranquil lazing under the sun,
Bathing in the silence; dancing to the quiet song of
absence,
The faces have changed, for you and for me,
So has the time; yet everything has remained the
same,
Nothing can be undone, the moments, the time, the
past,
It will forever remain a chapter; repeating and
changing,
Just like the rain; falling and rising, felt but not
seen.
