I thought , I had no heart 

Or soul or peace 

To love another being 


And then the door opened 

-entered he,

With all his bustle 

And it took a single glance.

The air was numbing 

The leaves were falling

It felt as if this was real 

His downcast eyes told me the same thing.

We roamed about in beetwen 

the brown leaves of past 

Holding the memory 

But couldn’t go past our hands.

I still don’t remember 

How he looked 

Just his smile

And that feeling.

Our road was brief-

Feelings don’t matter,

Still something like a storm 

Was inside us all along-

But I still don’t understand

How the curves become lines…

Video Credits:Mine