Goodbye.. In a setting sun. Nature returns home, a heart happy through the day.. craves for time to stay.
A glittery smile.. Deep eyes.. Silk of hair slipping its way to the serene face.. clicked to stay; adds to memories. Were it my will.. I'd have stood at the door of my compartment, while the train resisted its inertia.. and just at the moment there'd be a look.. the look.. would have got down and asked for her hand and..
They lived happily; together; thereafter !