SHE

She was the song
She played in her mind
She was the faces
She ached to touch
She was the tales
Of her childish self
She was the snowfall
She longed to watch.
She was promises
She the betrayal
She the poetry
That described it all
She was the wishes
Jotted in a diary
She was her flight
And she was her fall.
She was her memory
She her arrival
A dropped deja-vu
Of a forgotten song
She was her tears
She was her laughter
The safest resort where
She could belong.
-smita