Until we meet again,
Thoughts surrounding you will occupy my brain,
I will send you messages but you won\'t reply,
But still, each day I will try ,
And think of when we last said goodbye.
And suddenly,
All the songs became about you,
You too, do acknowledge my existence, occasionally,
Each of our interaction is well thought through,
I love you, it\'s true.
I first met you in March,
Not knowing then , you\'d make your way into my heart,
Inspiring my art.
I\'m writing poems about you now,
Missing you every now and then, wondering when did this happen and how.
Until we meet again,
I will wonder if you miss me too,
Or do you think of me as a stubborn bloodstain,
Refusing to go away,
Even though all I wanted is for you to stay,
Well, while you\'ll be away, I will miss you,
And wonder if you feel the same too.