One and a half years since we saw you,
Still have the same question why did he choose you,
So long that we messaged, mailed, spoke to you,
The number still memorized and spoken when asked to.
Why do I reason out and still ask questions?
Why do I not want to admit, as there is no solution?
The conscious mind knows it well and strong,
While we feel that, you are just around the dorm.
Why do I still want that goodbye, when there is none?
Why do I cry, as I think about not being able to talk just once?
I know just one time is too short of a conversation,
And we all know, there is no right or wrong in this situation.