DRIFT

With half an earth inhering between us 

and whole of our worlds 

changing under the same sky,

With the colour of the city lights 

growing more in neons,

the trance of Yellow sunshine 

lacing my newborn thoughts,

resigning to the truth that 

no more do we get to stargaze 

or sweat under the same moon 

I'm afraid as well tempted 

of you getting forgotten 

if not, replaced!