A 2am poem

In a morning dew.

she left her arms in mine,
And kept her wings to fly.
She pours a pure symphony into my life,
and went away with a bright smile.
I looked up to the sky,
so that I could say my last goodbye
but she kept fly and fly.
I ran to her without blinking my eyes,
I wanted to make no mistake,
but I cried and cried.
She vanishes somewhere in the mist,
And I couldn't even say my last goodbye.

© 2021 JYOTI SHUKLA