Dreams
Do you still dream of our favorite boulevard? of holding hands, unfettered, unseen of laughing like two maverick birds in the sky Saying those words, taking the plunge Of undying promises, unseen territories two clueless wanderers in a star strewn galaxy Do you still miss those lazy evenings? Those walks on the old bridge Fighting for stolen apples near the neighborhood orchard Carving names on the old birch trees Of hidden treasures on the rooftop Of playing hide and seek in the palm grove Do you miss my voice that woke you up from slumber? Of watching movies in a dingy theatre Of running in the rain. Opening mouths to taste the sky. Pretending to study in the local library My eyes fixed on you and the pages kept turning by themselves Do you not miss times that have gone and would never return? No matter how much I call them back The earth and the sky. The home that I miss. The courtyard where we grew When love was unsaid, unheard, unfelt It was just there. Always for us. Why is it so