The gentle evening breeze,
that caressed my hair after a tiring day,
that caressed my hair after a tiring day,
that soft plaintive number playing in my ears,
together we sung on many evenings,
The familiar sights and smells,
of the sweetmeats lined on the road,
those dancing silhouettes of little birds,
like the ones you made in the darkness of night,
The tiny drops of evening rain,
that washed my feet and tickled my face,
All carried with them, a familiarity.
that only my heart understood.
An intimacy, too incomprehensible,
that only my heart understood.
An intimacy, too incomprehensible,
and anguish, intolerable.
The anguish of your absence,
that almost choked my heart.
Yet, I live in the happiness of these little things,
for they are, also a memoir of our dearest past.
Will you come back soon and forever?
Before my life falls apart.