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
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,
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.
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