once there was a time and a location
where we used to meet
now all there is left for me is nothing
but an empty street
birds that sang outside my window
once, sings no more
trees that bore scented flowers
are lonely and no one left to adore
child inside me that used to love all
is gone old and lost it’s zest
once a free bird that flew high
is no longer at his best
I still wait outside for you all alone
under your old windowsill
crazy to think you will be back, some day
and I don’t have to take a poison pill
~Khalid Hameed
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