All this time alone,
Can’t help but think
About the times long gone.
That gray winter night,
That colorless place
with the colorful lights.
And a stranger’s embrace,
Unasked not unwanted
In the winter haze.
A story of old -
Girl meets boy,
Boy meets girl.
Words exchanged, silence shared.
She walked through my walls
as if they were never there.
And now years past,
her face, her voice,
every detail lost.
Only her name remains,
and a single regret
of not asking her to stay.
Divyansh Verma, April 2020
