Too Good To Be True Poem by Ashvini Swamy

Solitude can sometimes be such a maddening crowd
I have never known silence to be loud
It was the season when the peacocks were dancing
And on my skin the rain was lancing
As I breathed in the cool wet air
I kept imagining that you were still there
Though my hourglass had been broken
The time spent with you was my token
As the sand slipped through my fingers
The memory of you in my heart still lingers
I climbed a pinnacle with you so high
Now I wish that you could hear my cold sigh
My life was filled with colors from your pallet
Until my heart was crushed with a mallet
I was sure that the sun over my heart would never set
But I should have known that you were something I would never get