You Are Still Remembered

Those evenings were different

For me.

I waited for them

With a feather in my heart

There was visible tune in my steps

Which naive like me celebrated with childlike immaturity

My love for you was like worship in the feet of God

Which you confused with intense passion

For you.

But remembered sweetheart, you are my hemlock in the days of depression.

And I will never part from my sweet poison