So we will meet in the right rain,
we will meet under perfect sunsets,
we will meet on those crowded streets gazing at each other,
while the stars stare at us
trying to align them in our favour.
We will meet on all those lost paths
telling each other stories
never poems while sipping coffee, for poems were to be whispered in-ear and only our love could have sung them.
But Oh! she has gone deaf
drowned in the laughter
behind our happy faces.
We will meet at those eating joints
eat a quick burger
not mouthfuls of cheese or tart,
as we whisper ballads,
for that was the only hunger left.
She knew the best bakeries,
and I the best tea stalls
But Oh! now the love has lost its appetite.