a treacherous skip
of the heartbeat, amidst
a routine of everyday chores
the trembling lips,
are a party to it, alas
I can't hide it anymore.
there is more to me when you are around
there is more to me when you smile,
there is more of me which loves you unbound
there is more of mine when you smile.
corroded are the memory lanes
frequent visitation, makes it so
to the home I made on the very lane
some memories are ever so!
