Gone are Those Days

It was only yesterday
that we longed for buzzing of ceiling fan,
but now those stones have been long replaced,
and gone are those days
when we were loved
among laughter and numerous hugs
that summer's sun talks no more
it blinks and winks with glory, no more.

the gray cloud has descended
like a dark shadow,
like a message with heaven secrets.
Feels like i am floating
over winter's smell,
craving for sunshine and light,
that maybe dwells
within the mistaken gaps
of foggy nights;
blue and purple days;
secretive and sacred scents.

It was only yesterday
and gone are those days.