As time scrolls down the memory!
life lets me fly in the same old plane.
The windows are closed and so is the door,
silence and his smile are things I still adore.
Voice go numb as the chats are re-read,
the veins stop circulating and the blood cells go dead.
Birds sang differently, different the sun rays.
even the moon shone differently those days.
It's been many years of us being in touch,
now, he is a stranger I knew so much.
Memories we shared are truly the best.
Hope the past returns back, rebuild will be the nest.
