At the back of your hand
I had once planted a kiss
that yearns for my lips till now.
Is that excuse enough,
for me to run back to you one more time?
Would one more time,
would these words be enough
to show that I have not forgotten you yet?
Would you like to stay with this-
this sad piece for me – this mind stuck in time?
Would you walk the distance I am left to cover
and come up with an excuse of your own,
if I took the first hit at my ego with a smile
that only love can cause?