Just in case I forget to return to your side,
What shall be your memories of me?
Of a long silence?

Or did I exist only in imaginations,
For you to search them in futile to find me,
And give a name and person that did not belong to me-
Nor did I adhere to?

Or is it a fantasy to be forgotten,
Shreds of which shall haunt
In long, gloomy, rainy days?

Or is it just a sigh that is my due...
Or tears,or your life?
It's all my vain fancy,
A privilege -the very thought that you'll
Spare one on me.

Whatever,
Let it remain till the rains last-
And the clouds clear
For a new sun-shine!