End Of June

Even though my hands are shaking,

It's time to hit reset and start again,

To write about happy moments,

About bright, hopeful eyes,

The smell of woods in the monsoon,

While sharing an intimate silence.

To put aside,

The museum of mistakes,

Take off the golden-rimmed nostalgic glasses,

Live in the moment,

And love too,

Driving with windows open,

And holding hands,

Like we were never meant to be strangers again,

Like it all goes perfectly now.