Day after day as I try to forget you
my attention is drawn towards a clue
A clue which is a sign of something platonic
Its your scent that lingers around my room
What is really happening?
Can’t this really end?
You don’t really seem to bother
because for you nothing has ever changed
As the scent hits my nose
I’m taken back to the memory lane
where you were in turmoil shivering
and your eyes revealed all the pain
I still remember the fog
coming out as you sighed with every breath
that day you wore a full sleeve sweater
and your hug saved me from death
Why are you gone?
my practical example of platonic
nevertheless ,your absence made me stronger
but your memories make me euphoric
Some day , do look back and know that I was there
I hope you’ll come back for me
Even if you don’t budge back
my soul will anyway be set free