Haunts Me Still

The haunted look on your face haunts me still.

Oh how I wish, if only, I had met you on the first day of the spring.

And

Among the early morning chirps of the birds, walked with you on the dew-kissed grass.

Our feet bare, your hand in mine.

And had seen your pain filled smile,

Among the jasmines.

And then had gently taken your hands in mine

And looked into your sad longing eyes…unendingly.

But all that was not to be.

For I was to have just one haunting look of you,

Which haunts me still!

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