A sense of you,
As a mystery unsolved,
A forgotten truth,
With lies dissolved,
Haunts me on moonless nights,
Takes me into dizzy flights.

Where did I stray?
Which way did I go?
What did I forsake?
How did it grow?

Perhaps its you who’s special
Or perhaps I am the one who’s not,
May be its both of these,
Or is it just a thought!