Four years.

Four years have passed,

Yet, I still wished I had stayed.

It wasn't long ago,

But time grew.

I’ve moved on a whole lot,

Yet a huge part of me is still stuck.

Glued to the past,

Refusing to move along.

I remember, 

How I last saw you.

I remember,

All of you.

It's not easy to forget.

It's never going to be.

Every wish I wish for,

Always on my mind,

Everything I say,

Everything I think,

It's you.

I'd want you back,

Even if I live less.

I want you back,

To hold on tight,

I want you back,

For one small fight,

I want you back,

For today, for tomorrow,

I want you back,

For all the days left.

I want you back,

For another song,

I want you back,

Lifelong.

Four years have passed,

And you are all I want.

Four years have passed,

You are all I need.

Four years have gone,

And so will many more.

Sometimes

There is so much glee,

Oodles of joy,

Multiple colours,

All to soak in and share,

Sometimes, I feel it's not enough.

Secrets shared,

Silly jokes,

Screams of ecstasy,

Gossip and reality checks,

Sometimes, I feel there is something missing.

I run with happy news,

With crazy talks,

brimming with joy,

I tell everyone,

But,

Sometimes, I still feel I haven't told someone.

So close you were to me,

I lost a part of me,

More still, 

I lost you,

My best friend.

And,

Sometimes, I miss you.

Finally

It wasn't love,
It was an attraction.
But, I loved you.

First, yes it was you,
And then there were others,
But it was always you.

I knew it wasn't good,
I needed to stop,
But, I felt good.

We spoke about the future,
About Obama,
About the deep blue walls,
About me and you.

I know it wasn't true,
But I had a soft corner,
For you.

Years passes by,
and every time I saw you,
I fell for you,
But, not any more.
I think I'm finally over you,
I finally outgrew you.

Illusionist.

I look at the stars all night,
You shine through them.
I dream of yesterday,
You were a part of it.
I hold on to my memory,
For that's all of you I have.

Years have gone by,
I can no longer hear your voice,
or feel the warmth in your hugs,
And I'm left with an aching pain.

But, when I need you,
I find you around,
As the support of kith and kin,
As the little voice within,
As phone calls, messages,
and small quotes I chance upon.

Hallucinating, maybe that's what to call it,
But, the coincidence, it's redundant.
And I don't mind them,
For they are a part of you,
the memory I hold on to.