As strangers we met,

Sharing spaces we slept.

Through silence you spoke,

The child in me awoke.

I failed to observe reason,

Probably it was the season.

Under the winter sun

And blossoms of spring fun

You knew a demented me

I, a resilient you,

And then came summer

Departing with a whimper.

Through distance you emoted,

I restless and agitated,

A word could have been said

But I was quite afraid.

To rest in peace,

Thoughts had to cease,

The moment it vanished

I resurrected it!


The return

A year and it returns

Not with vengeance

But elusive and timid,

Maybe guilt borne.