That leftover smell that lingers on me,
When you leave...
I often try holding on to it;
On some lonely nights when my thoughts wander,
I remember our walks by the field...
Years go by,with people,places and promises;
I wish I could run back to you sometimes,
Just to rest my head on your chest and breathe;
Listen to that heartbeat,and count the moments missed,
The togetherness sacrificed,
The pangs felt and all those teardrops
that have dried up on the sands of time...
Waiting for a new dawn to arrive,
With some stolen moments of undying love...
And some embraces that heal the wounds since ages...
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