I stumble upon one of those nights,
Under the incandescent starry skies,
A bouquet,
Some champagne,
A company of two,
And
Our favorite winter song…
There was always a sense of dubiety,
How can be everything so quintessential,
The fantasy I had always envisioned,
Was affectionately surreal…
Inconclusive to what I was heading towards,
I’d still look back with the same warmth and passion,
But who knew what was inscribed,
It started with a bloom and ended on a good bye…
Promises changed into returning favours,
Once known as lovers, turned into long lost haters.