Is There Hope For Another Chance?

He’d walk through
The muddy lane
Thinking of what happened
Yesterday

The smile
The elegance
The fire
Of her presence

She was all he had
From this world
His family, his friends
They were all in blur

He found it hard
To believe
That yesterday she was there
Now she’s nowhere to be seen

Into the dry avenue
The time when he thought it was true

Somehow, there was something else about her
Something he knew, but couldn’t tell
Call it psychic, call it mental
He was digging deeper into an ever drying well

The sun hides
From the clouds
And so does he

He hides
From the sounds
Of what he used to believe

It’s things like this
That are hard to resist

Sitting down on a bench
He wishes for yet another chance