In the air

Your pictures were my refugee, in the days when I missed you 

It made me smile, when I cried 

And cry when I smiled 

But later that habit vanished 

Now when I reminisce you 

I could see you in the stars

I could see you smiling when you twinkle 

And feel your sadness when you dry up

I would always argue with the clouds to move

So I could appreciate you 

The moon was jealous too

That I never bothered noticing him even when he was the epitome of perfection 

Why, I couldn't comprehend, 

Maybe, I still believed in the age old story

Of finding dead in the stars 

Or maybe I foolishly hoped 

That love was still in the air.