Small Talk

 It started with a small talk, 

Which lasted till nightfall. 

However, 

Those days are long gone, 

Now, its just a lone walk. 

Not that; my life has stopped, 

But you still bring a happy pause. 

Your memories just don't drought, 

Sometimes, 

It simply precipitates like a 

Raindrop. 

Our togetherness which was once

Thankfully photographed. 

Is the souvenir, 

With which I now initiate a talk, 

Wondering if, 

I ever cross your thoughts. 

Hoping in heart, if ever

We can make a comeback of sorts. 

An afternoon, 

Full of wishfull thoughts, 

I hear the all familiar knock. 

"Why always me" Stood there 

In his infamous frock

With his hand on the door knob.

 - Heena Agarwal