Had I not left that day,
I would have known the color of your face,
if I had stayed,
I could have seen,
the tinge of earthen red on your face,
or sky full of blue in your gaze.
Had I not left,
I would have seen how your fingers
grip my hand,
If had stayed I could have seen,
in the black of your eyes,
or maybe some stars lighting your face.
I would have seen you pacing up and down
I would have seen you quite in one corner,
or joyous and bird like,
intently starring at my face.
But the moment passed,
for me like years,
gathered in a photocase,
glossed with some smiles,
some wishes and some tired sighs.
And I relaised I had stood there
all that while,
I had never left