Reminiscence

You often whispered

Through those plastic windows

"I missed you, Did you?

Often times I stumbled

But now I dearly do

Sweet incense of jasmine

Or Dark melted chocolate

Different shades of blue

Of our bittersweet memories

We talked

And time seems to seize

Till nothing's left to say

Till that one dream

That never seems to end

But now, how things have changed.

Sweet but little giggly voice of yours

Seems to fade away

But the pain still remains

Like a cold November Rain