Another Day, Same Place
It’s the same old street
Where I met you,
The same old fragrance hangs in the air,
Have you been here?
The street however seems a stranger,
Did it miss us?
Traveling around the world
what brought me back to this place I used to call home?
I search for your fragrance in the air,
The strangers on the street
Turn around and give me a stare,
Ignore them…and smell more ….
No you are not there…
The trees seem so grown,
The cobblestones seem so worn…
My forehead is creased
Travelling and searching has taken its toll
Thought I’ll be able to rest here, maybe home is here
But have to move, my home went with you.
– gautam
Posted on February 6, 2004, in personal and tagged longing, love, poems, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on Another Day, Same Place.