Its like you were a shadow,
was lost behind...
That cannot be seen,
as the darkness crawls down...
Its like you were the pain,
out of a movie scene...
That could not be felt,
much after the movies end...
Its like you were the prick,
from the rose bush thorn...
That pinched a little,
but time healed it all...
Its like you were the sunrise,
over a city sky...
That wakes the people,
even when they want to deny...
Its like you were the winter morning,
when the sun is low...
That is beautiful,
but leaves everyone cold...
Its like you were standing,
just there by the tree...
That had a drooping branch,
hid you, for me to see...
Its like you were never real,
was just a dream...
That brought a smile,
when the mind replayed it all...
With love,
Sanjukta