Of year two thousand fourteen, remember,
Supposedly, an ordinary day.
It was the twenty first of September;
Such a stroke of luck, like fate found its way.
No birds humming, I was certain.
No violins playing – a guarantee.
Time did not slow down, fate drew the curtain.
World did not halt, it did not sip its tea.
From then we said our own ‘hi and hello’.
You started asking questions – whys and hows.
Question after question, we were aglow.
“We would be friends”, seemed like we made a vow.
But then you left without saying goodbye,
And in my mind were hoary hows and whys.