Your shadow in the trail

When I see you at the same coffee shop,

The same cappuccino, the same bagel in your hand,

The same make-up on your cheeks,

And still the same white scarf around your neck,

I wonder if you ever felt detached from me.

Still you persist; you say its over,

You say there is no line between you and me,

Your thick, black hair still lurking beneath your shoulders,

The same red heels that you wore,

On our first date, the same perfume around you,

Are these memories still with you?

Does that remind you how much I cared?

I know how you feel,

Your arrogant pride won’t let you confess,

To face the truth that you miss me,

Those long nights of phone calls, those dates,

I know you won’t forget; the time by the shore,

The first time I kissed you under the moon,

Overseeing the fading sun, you had said this is all you want.

And you still say you have moved on,

I wonder if you really have,

The other day, I walked by the park we spent most of our time,

I recalled the moment, my head lying on your lap,

Counting stars, cursing the dark clouds and their shadows,

And you had said this is all you want,

Now I wonder if you really meant it, or I might be wrong,

Could be my fault to still trace your shadows,

On the footsteps in the trail, you had said this would be our last date.