Memories haunt me

Memories haunt me,

The first time we met,

I remember everything and everything.

The sky was a beautiful shade of pink

The same shade my cheeks became

When we held hands for the first time

I have lost my home,

Thought home was a person.

This city too has been stolen from me,

Wherever I look, I see you.

Is sadness really to be blamed,

For visiting at this hour?

The person who taught me happiness,

Within the dreariest of times,

The person whose eyes I could not meet,

Without feeling shy,

The person in whose smile,

I found a home,

Escaped. Fled. Bolted.

July'2024