creep you up

A lost poem

I wrote it here, somewhere
On someone's heart,
Under someone else's sleeve.
Oh! But I had lost it!
It was a true masterpiece.
But now I can't remember how it began
But I remember how it ended.
It ended with a promise.
A promise by me.
To meet you at the gates.

Now I am left with an uncomplete verse.
A song without rhythm;
A life without tense.
I am just waiting for someone to begin it all over again.