The iron bench sits empty, remindng me of the moments we shared .
Moments dat whr once my life...but now are an encumbrance to bear.......
The chilling zephyr is a call,
that awakens me from my deep slumber
lightens my grievous mood nd brings back memories of dat romantic november...
The callous fog makes me cold and d cruel mists gv me a cold kiss
,,,can't blame d weather....coz its ur comforting warmth dat i miss
The dewdrops prick and try to quench
my unsatiate thirst for u
for that soothing touch and embrace u gave,
when our endearment at first grew.
Picking fragments of a long ended tryst and amicable thoughts few,gloomily i return to my new lyf
wishing dat i met dat girl i once knew..........
