Sunday, 11 November 2012

To Forget

There was a gap in your life
That I could never fill
Raindrops against my windowsill
This distance is almost theoretical
Your too far for my emotions to be plausible
Staring at constellations of stars
I can't help but wonder who you are
Everything has been eclipsed by him
And there comes a point when
All has been folded, dusted and cleaned
Finding false solace in the persnickety
And they say close your eyes, sleep and dream
But from time to time you're there too
I wonder that before I die ,
Will the onslaught of rain
Always remind me of you

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