I wander about
the times we had.
Laughter and smiles,
vodka shots, game rounds
and then your want for a kiss
for every time I lost.

It was like a dream,
I lived once upon a time,
though seems like a paradox now.

And after all that we had
I wonder why
you and I remained
like an unfinished line,
or like a poem with no ending.

- Hridmajhhare