When the day disperses to dusk
And pollens rise to stardust
I sit by the skies,
feet dipped in recollections of the past.
(Even if you were a noise,
Your beats never left my heart)
When fireflies layered by your hair,
I rambled through your verses
weaving songs out of moonbeams.
Then the storm arrived, leaving
wilted rhymes the only remnants.
(Darling, truth be told,
my melody has always been yours)
Read ‘We Didn’t Belong’ here for a thorough understanding of the context.