You Run Into My Mind

You Run Into My Mind short poem

Photo by Thomas Leuthard


You run into my mind
When
We just thought it was all over,
& Then
It is pensive more than ever!

You run into my mind,
Kindling a sense of desire.
But again,
The thought of adrift
Leaves me green and hay wire.

While you return & yearn to get back there,
I keep looking for my answers to -WHY?
I ask my heart to hold on,
And never to go back there. But,in vain.

I had laughed heaps and bounds with you,
I had danced around in joy with you.
Barring then came a turn,
When
We did not know, whether
You did it to me OR I did it to you.

So,We retreated.

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