352. Hunting for yesterdays

Did she smile
to herself
while she looked around
at the silent town
under the orange sky?

The winds
with the scent of familiarity
always carry remnants
of seasons gone by

The seasons
which come by
to do their turn
disinterested and servile,
much like the straight-faced guards
standing
indifferent to the fleeting audience

Did she
wring the seasons
to bottle the scent of past memories
to take back with her?

Did she
flap the winds
to gather stardust
from shooting stars
with wishes yet to fulfill?

Did she
settle the accounts
of all the nights in her city
spent missing the distant warmth
from the pouring
of yellow-hot slag?

Did she
drink
to things
that will never be again,
and
to things
that never were,
and
to those
that are yet to be?

And when
she was doing
all this,
did she
think of me?

Did she?
---
Sometime 2011
I have a feeling -
this has got to do with Pidi and Jampot. :)