His smile said it all,
and those eyes showed
their time forgotten love,
and that voice that often cracked
when he was often lost in her demeanor
While every ounce of his soul
was breathing the past yore
She pretended unaware,
or maybe it was a ruse
of a rogue heart
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
The Reluctant Poet 
Thanks for the reblog
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