Windows of my house swaying like a tipsy wine bottle
Asking questions about her shirts of summer and sweet smell of sweaty hugs
He walked smilingly to get closer look of the weather,
All he could retrace a park-bench with V & P throwing their heads and laughing all dentures-out
Tears didn’t roll as he had promised to his beloved,
he rather tossed a paper plane written “thank you and I miss you every day” before walking out their dogs reminiscing in awe of hers.
By Peculiarblend aka Pushpendra Pandya