Walk on my heart barefoot

Dear love,
Walk in the alley of this heart barefoot.

On the right
could you sniff the roses you planted that November.
Or the scars you plucked on weathering July?

In the air
could you inhale the aroma of our first stumble.
Or the first salaam you uttered and i replied?

On the left
could you see the honey browns that never met
Or the pitch dark lashes that never rebelled?

In the corner
Could you see the olive green shirt you wore.
Or the dark black loafer which adorned your heels.
Or the misty view of black watch that embellished your right wrist.
Or the pair of spectacles that concealed your deep browns.

On the ground
Could you see your footprints untouched.
The one you left on the November's night.

// Where did this fondness comes from.
We only met for once.
We only spoke for once.
Our eyes met for once never
But our heart accepted us
For once and forever //

©sumayah_ams