Strolling down the Alley,
I caught a whiff of an
Accustomed scent,
One wintery morning.

It was a bygone redolence
But it flooded my brain
With intoxicating memories.

Memories where we
Promised never to
Let go of each other.

Alas! Forsaken promises and
Unfulfilled dreams with teary eyes
Continued that forlorn stroll
That wintery morning.

- indieNik™