Was in a park with my favourite soul. I had written a poem for her. I was very excited to tell how beautiful her eyes were for the 2000th time. She was wearing a floor length dress. (My favourite) She looked heavenly. It had started to rain quite heavily. They had a little shelter there. We were standing under it. She said ‘It’s time now, leave me home’ I pulled out my umbrella. We started walking together down the road, towards her house. I remember holding her skirt a little up so it doesn’t gets wet. Unfortunately, her house was just a few minutes away, the walk was short. I felt quite unhappy. If you could just see through my eyes, you would have also never wanted to end that walk with a person that beautiful. We reached, she went inside. But ofcourse she knew I wouldn’t leave without a message. She gave one, through her eyes. I have known her for long everything was said through eyes most of the times now. She said ’ We shall meet tomorrow and yes,please stop writing poems about my eyes all the time. The world is quite big’. I walked away thinking about how beautiful my world looked that day, in my favourite dress.

yikes