Nostalgia

Memories of old love still hurt me,
the footprints i've left behind haunt me,
so far away you've gone from me -
its been some time since you've left me.
But still your voice echoes in my ears,
your perfume smells in my room,
the broken frame of the photograph
lying inside my closet,
reminds me of the broken tale of love.
the tears may've stopped falling,
the burns might have healed,
but the wounds keep getting fresh
with every itching memory of yours
flashing in front of my dried-up eyes.
deserted i roam around in this crowded street
looking up to the skies wishing it would rain,
rain hard and wash away the pain you've poured.