Treasure Island

Abhilaasha Singh


To someone far away


Its been a while since we last met,
I wonder if u miss me too.
Talking under trees days used to fly,
underneath this sky blue.

In u i found a frnd, a sister,
someone who'd understand before I'd said a word.
Not having you around for so long,
makes me feel slightly absurd.

I have often found myself on crossroads,
with no one to share my hearts load.
On days like those I've missed u beyond measure,
wishing you'd stayed, to walk wid me down the road.

The fun we had, the joy we shared,
and all those bitter sweet times.
Makes me sure that we'd meet again,
somwhere soon down the line.

Its been a while since we last met,
I hope you miss me too.
'cus without you days now merely pass,
underneath this sky blue.

Submitted: Sunday, May 20, 2012
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