as the biggest cliche as it may sounds,
when sun climbs on its highest on a cold day
I forget to put sorrow on my chest
like I used to.


and I think of you and there you appear
in front of me, we kiss with our minds.
Then again in the crowd  I can feel
you as you have chosen me to be your direct view.

I would not loose you,
instead of, I will inhale you endlessly.