Do You Still Recall?

Down the memory lane.

Do you still recall that rain-soaked night we met?
The way you kissed my trembling hand—do you remember yet?

Half-open window, your eyes searching the dark,
Those breathless moments of waiting—do they still leave a mark?

Your lips, unsteady, whispered my name like a prayer,
And in your lake-deep eyes, a monsoon stirred the air.

Whose face was it that turned a moonless sky to light?
The quiet magic of your glow—wasn’t it bright?

Ah, how you’d forget your every word with a smile,
Then ask me to forget it too... but just for a while.