Revisit

Revisiting a place which I
had left long ago,
gave me a mixed feeling.
The empty spaces that were
filled with nervous first taste
of kisses and shivering touches,
were not there.
They were filled up by unknown
faces I never knew,
and the ones whom I knew,
looked the other way as
they never recognized the boy
that I was, and yet

that feeling of an old scent somehow

takes me back to the days

when you were there.

Similarly, 

all the paintings that I had
are now old,

although once valuable and often invaluable

they are now not important as they

have no connection with the present

unless, just as a sunshine on a cloudy day.

Paints are often peeled here and there

And yet,

just like those places that I revisit

the feeling of an old scent tells me

you are there, somewhere

still thinking of me.