Sunshine left me the other day,
in the wake of a cold, dark night,
I made a roof of glass to see, if
It comes back. But it never did.
Warmth crept away from inside the blanket,
and left me freezing on a summer’s day,
The blanket is folded neatly now, waiting
for warmth to cling to it. But it never did.
Happiness was not too different,
and took away my smile too.
I laugh a hollow laugh now, just
to check if it reconsiders. But it never did.
I know the reason was that you left,
And promised to come back soon again,
I ask my mind to listen and keep busy, and
not think about you too much. But it never did.