A day mundane as ever,
suddenly stops with a visit.
from an old love, a forgotten dream.
Closing my eyes, I let it,
Take me back in time.
To some memories buried,
of days smeared with love,
of nights dark perfumed by dreams.
of a young and restless heart.
Life, then, hadn’t taken over,
the heart was yet intact.
Long afternoons, sweet nothings,
whispered promises, that,
were not yet broken.
Now, on days like these,
when the heart rakes up memories.
Life stands still, and I rejoice,
and lament, seeing me.
Young and full of love.
Time took away everything,
it was just that love that stayed.
A buried love that still whispers,
on a day like this, mundane as ever.