Just Bliss

Cast a look at your dwelling, while walking by,

This habit will weaken also, little by little,

Sentiments running like the lines in your hands,

If they were footprints, they would be wiped away,

The pathway I walked along once,

Now feels strange to walk in the same street,

If the heartless city had given me an option,

I would have lit a candle,,

Pieces of clouds were extended as seasons,

Hanging in the sky, but getting closer,

Every moment of his absence, causes more aching,

he has taken away centuries, with him parting,

The street leading to his home, is deceiving,

And the path would have called me, if he had come there.