The winds gush around me,
The rain pours on my roof.
My thoughts teleport me to the past,
I close my eyes and feel aloof.
Teleported into a maze,
I now see visions of the good old days.
Our talks on the modern craze and
Freaky connections in details.
Two voices were what the Owls heard,
Roosters awoke to our hums.
We laughed at all things absurd,
Apprehensions were shunned.
I open my eyes and the visions disappear,
Sigh! Nothing else left to say.
The winds whisper into my ears,
“ Wish you could relive another yesterday.”