1987

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

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