Can’t we meet for the first time again

the sun is about to set

i tie my hair, the way you like it

walking the path lonely

amidst lined pines

turning around, hoping to find

you follow me,

but what i find is

just a shadow of me

metros will have numerous memoirs

i have reserved a space for you

to my left

as usual you would be boarding, soon

and every halt that it makes

my eyes turn

expecting you at the doorway.

the waiter waits upon me

understanding, clearing his throat

now and then,

that i realize and ask for a coffee

he returns with an extra cup

for him.

the path to the windy cliff

has become lonely for me

the trees, birds, waiting

the cool breeze reminds

it’s all in place, except you

it’s the same place first time we met

can’t we rewind and start again?

can’t we meet for the

first time again?