Winter

Winter
And memories.
I will always
Be that lost wanderer ,
Trying to find home.
Perhaps the home was you ,
Maybe it shattered,
Even before I could
Decorate it with fairy lights and warm hugs,
Amidst the chaos
Amidst the thousands of words
My mind lingers
Upon those moments
We shared.

Sometimes I wonder
If you feel the same
Because you keep ,
Appearing in my dreams
Wearing that crumbled black shirt
And jeans full of dirt...
©alivadutta