Evening which drizzled for approximately nine minutes
and left a wisp of cool breath on the cheek.
Evening when the sound of people chattering becomes
even pleasant and comforting
and the cars zooming past on the highway
a triumphant cheer.
Evening when I sit alone and not lonely
Evening when I have no quarrel with the world
(at least not for now).
Evening when I think of you, and me,
of years come and go, all seven of them,
and keep coming still.
Evening when I think it was all a dream,
but you will kiss me (if you were here), and tell me
no, it was not so.
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Alia, the tone is peaceful and you're contented with the world. I've to admit, the evening you mention in the poem, feels different, cool and just the kind of weather, to quote my Mum, "fit for lovers to stroll and hold hands."
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear. Yes, contentment is definitely what I was going for. No matter how temporary :P
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