I see her on some nights,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!