Tomorrow you won’t be mine

I know where it will hurt the most I know when, and how Yet I am holding on to a hope, A little more hope for now Even if this love feels so clear in sight I know tomorrow you won’t be mine   It burns and hurts in sweet pains I long, I sob…

Drops of April rain

This memory too shall pass like drops of April rain The one that agonizes my world and on my soul it reigns   So then what will it be? If not a reminiscence Will it be a passing thought Or just that shallow fragrance?   This story too shall remain untold And scattered in pieces…

The Celebration

She adjusted her goggle gingerly so nobody could notice what she didn’t want them to. Suddenly self-conscious, she rubbed her hands on her jeans to wipe off the perspiration. In her frenzy, she had completely forgotten to carry a handkerchief. Everything around her favourite coffee house looked jittery today. What if he doesn’t find her…