Her
Rain was coming down on us-
As I saw you after all these times.
Do you still play violin? I asked you,
You looked exactly how I remembered.
"Well, you don't," you told me,
"what have you done with your hair?"
Oh! you don't like it?
"You look like me!"
I guess that was the intention.
"Who is he?" You asked me,
Pointing finger at the north-
I don't know yet, I don't wanna know
I have you with me here.
I've waited, for so long,
To talk to you about this-
"What took you so long then,
That friend of mine stopped you?"
Yes, she did, yes indeed!
But it wasn't just her-
You should know that you've changed me,
Now I don't waste any time,
I regret not telling you, I regret letting you go.
So I tell them- I tell them now, as soon as I know.
What would you say?
Maybe a "no", a "never" even-
Maybe nothing, but I should have asked-
I don't think I'll ever forget,
I never let me take a chance on us.
Copyright © Diya Dutta Roy | Year Posted 2021
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