There is no single way I could stop you…
The blow of the wind was a little slow,
I felt a little low and then there was a glow..
I could see you.
My heart cried as it filled your sight
My only plight,
That it was not going to last after two more nights
Disgusted I took a knife
Threw an orange on his favourite kite
But he didn’t know it quite…
The time was eight…
& Flight was not going to be late
Someone was leaving,
The wait was going to be unending
I can go home to an empty room
Seeking a scent of his perfume
Still fresh in the air..
I sob once again that night
And fall asleep till tomorrow was bright...
