There's a blue sky overhead,
with clouds like
the ripples in a little pond
you threw a pebble into.
There are sparrows chirping,
their voices sweet,
like the melody you'd whispered
and put me to sleep.
Those breezes when they come,
gushing out stories,
like the times you ran to me
full of triumph, grinning broadly.
There's this noisy street,
so always jammed,
like when you couldn't decide
what on earth wasn't damned!
That little girl I meet
each evening when I return,
her smile as refreshing
as your face in the sun.
These flowers, the green grass,
they sway in the evening cold winds,
bumping into each other
every now and then.
All those dogs on the street,
look up at me
with eyes so innocent
Seeking to give company.
All this while, each moment I see
Your presence, though not always there,
is always with me.
And yet you ask, how I always remember you. :)
