I wish to go back
return when the clock did strike two-thirty
and it had a spl. meaning.
When my heart sank
and the pleasure felt beneath,
the void was an aspiration,
the charm lied in my creation.
when writing was effortless,
when the subject was your demeanor.
And I wish to revisit again,
relive and recite again,
the tunes of those joyful moments.
And I wish the curtain never fall
and feel those lingering motion when calls drop.
…bits of unfinished narration
and that is the way,
when with you I started “unfinished creations”