With the grey rain clouds clearing to an azure sky,

Shows the cirrus clouds above slowly marching past.

Carrying with it our memories, making me smile,

You and me with so many characters from our past.

Each time when I see the crescent Moon,

I remember you calling me to come out to watch it together.

I don’t know what you are looking at now,

Or who are you thinking of and how.

These memories are now all that I have,

The stories of life, love, and angst.

Stories which could only be shared between us,

I’m alone wistfully longing for those old days.

We were its secret authors,

Now I am its only reader.

We were the actors there,

And I am its lone audience now.

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Jay Jagdev | 16^th May 2024