WHEN THE STREET LIGHTS WENT OFF.

Nostalgia was our greatest wishes,

our dreams and love were tied up in the color of our blood,

no one doubted our love.

Doubting our love meant,

blood is white as the doubters of our love would say,

on the road of memories,

our wishes were true,

hugs and pecks from each other kept us going.

We sat on the bench and watched as time smiled as it passed us by slowly,

the winds blew mightily but become calm when it got near to us,

birds drew closer to see us,

wondering whether we were the reason why 'love birds' was coined.

Under the street light

with a bench having the capacity to carry four people,

we occupied two and our hearts occupied the other two.

The street lights made us happy,

we saw every gesture each other made,

your smile was priceless,

I would have gathered the riches in the sea to buy them.

Where we sat was like an island with only trees and us as inhabitants,

all thoughts passed through my mind,

since it felt like we were the only inhabitants living on this island.

The thoughts of shouting, running, and chasing you filled my mind.

The lights shone on our paths making us see near and far,

suddenly, the lights started flickering causing fear and panic.

Finally, the lights went off,

I lost hold of your hands,

fear stared at me,

making a mockery of us,

I heard your voice but couldn't see you.

Our hearts got lost in the dark and never came again,

you left my radar,

your voice became thin in the dark.

The struggle and pain

we went through was unbearable. 

Your voice keeps ringing in my mind,

waiting for the day, the street light will be on so we see ourselves and make memories.