Month of May. by Arshaj

{ Six months after i had written a poem, my friends insisted that i give rhythm to the verses. }

I close my eyes

In a hope to see her again.

I search, my sight

Sees nothing known at another end.

I know you lied,

That you would come back for me instead.

I’m still alive, on . . .

These darkened roads just to tread.

I’ll follow you there,

I’ll follow you there where you stare,

I’ll follow you there,

Walking silently in an innocent Month of May.

So much to think,

Of many things I had to say.

I’ll give my life away,

Just find me some another way.

I fear, they fade,

Shadows from my past I barely see.

Are you for real,

Like those silences talking to me.

I’ll follow you there,

I’ll follow you there where you stare,

I’ll follow you there,

Walking silently in an innocent Month of May.

Arsh.