Walking...
Stopping to stare
It’s changing...
Here and there
Passing...
Through what was mine
But I had to go...
To toe the line
Seeing...
The city I left behind
I may see you someday...
Will you mind?
I left here
Much more than the city
I left a face...
Oh, so pretty
I told you then...
That I will come
So I came...
But you’re not home
Closed windows....
Gathering dust
There I stood...
I stood aghast
- by myself.
Saurabh Som
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-23/
