I still remember days you have forgotten

I still remember days you have forgotten

rendezvous in the corner of old coffee house
longs hours waiting on the last bus stop
silly fights under the shade of gulmohar
senseless dancing on the street in the rain

I still remember days you have forgotten

crumpled letters stuffed in pocket of jeans
dried lilies pressed in the pages of novel
faded photograph in the frame of wallet
endless chats on the terrace in midnight

I still remember days you have forgotten

morning train parting us several cities away
unanswered phone calls growing day by day
tears on the crisscross lines of the palm
yearning back for winters of November

I still remember days you have forgotten

P.s. This was my first guest post on May 26th on 'Poetic cries of interpersonal expression' by Pulkit Tiwari.Do follow him because he is just an amazing writer.