A paradox and a half

The lanes we shared shy glances on, The houses we wished upon, The trees we imagined around that barren land, I walked through those memories today, Saw my yesterday transcend today, It must prick, when you think of me Or have you locked up memories like I do? Until a morning like this. But I pray, for you and for me That it isn't regret, but wonder That chances upon you, When you think of How we met worlds apart At 2am, in a cab, riding towards1987. Kamanahalli, 26 November, 2016

Her, With the bottle green hair, The raspberry voice snare, The bubblegum delightful flair Was one crazy scare. You, With your luscious dark hair, Darker stare, Are a calmer share. It is peaceful, It is better, This is what I need. He says this and more. With every hour The comparisons grow deeper, The aches get louder. I sit across the chair, Holding back tears That rage in a storm Of stories untold And memories unfurled.