Starts Up Again

Those were the days;

As precious as gold,

As per his desires;

He attempted to mould,

They constantly missed;

The memories old,

Always kept;

The call on hold.

One day the girl;

Fled the place,

The boy in return;

Required some space.

Thereon parting;

They never talked,

Remembring each other;

They kept themselves locked.

The girl returned;

Back again,

Their interaction;

Also begin.

The girl wore;

Clothing of leather,

And were comfortable;

To confront each other,

They agreed on;

To be together,

And flew high;

With their mythical feather.