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Was just clearing up my cupboard when i found her shirt and a hoody she wore on our first date 
I'll tell you i heard her laughter yet again down the halls of my home and in the museum we first met 
I felt her skin in the shirt and touch in her hoody which she gave me down the lane while we walked to our spot. 
In her eyes, the meeting of two seas was just a normal thing but the pluck of her sweat in this shirt i'm holding right now smells heavenly. Feels like a rose with thorns abloom but yeah its always okay to bleed a little. 
In that shirt i felt a long lost soul, i miss her, but yes i know she's not coming back but okay let her shirt be the part of my cupboard, she wore a lot of mine too and looked oh so funny and cute, but now that she's gone, 
Her laughters exist but in somebody else's eyes,
Her tears flow down her cheek to her lovers hand
Her eyes still have the glitter, 
But the signal, that red light she went away from and never came back whenever i pass through it, i see her smiling in the dark corner of the street, as i approach her she fades away reminding me of the old times, she fades away, just the imagination i can't control, just the emotions she couldn't control, all gone. 
But now, what a time to find this shirt on her birthday, here in my cupboard when i'm not even in her memories.

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