The Frame on my Desk

Picking up my things on day nine,

I looked in her eyes

And she looked in mine

I could see them

Turning into a river

From the tears she was hiding

I turned back and started moving

Hoping that she wouldn’t see

The tears I was fighting

I still remember the moment when

I was reluctant to let her part

But I was sure there was a place

For her forever in my heart

She was pretty, kind and clever

And those nine days we shared

Were the best days ever

I don’t know

What took over me then

I ran back and hugged her again

With promises to stay in touch

I took my own way

And she took her own

She has never called

And nor have I

Since that day

A lot of time has passed by

I don’t know what she looks like today

Even though I see her everyday

Hugging me

With the most happy face

Smiling at me

Through the frame on my desk

And relating me a story

And I’m sure

That I smile at her everyday

From her desk

And remind her of the story

Which she reminds me of

Whenever I’m in dismay