What it had meant

And then we both started missing

Each other and each another one

I still believed in dreams, you in adventure

Sleeping in streets, wandering

The end was always nearer

The sunrise always close

Somewhere we had dropped the pleasure

Just dropped it with the overcoat 
That had grown too warm

Or we had grown too cold

Fires were better in younger winter

Also the snow had grown too old

A shimmer, I knew if I would touch

All would fade and you

Naked under melting surface

Would be illusion, something I had made up

In my heart, a romance with bansuri

There would always be this melody

And I wouldn’t know why it had enchanted

What it had meant, being in love