Those fateful nights,
Feeding cats in her balcony.
I'm tempted to make my presence felt.
And I do.
And she notices.
I stare.
Flashes of those 15years pass by, just pass by.
For a moment, I think, she looked at me too.
Smiled, maybe.
I don't know if she knows what I feel,
Or maybe she feels the same too.
Will it ever be alright, I wonder.
And with that thought,
Amen!
