last winter...

last winter...you once came
knocking my door early one morn
with a basket full of strawberries...
i remember...
your pink pullover...
glossy lips...
which had the hint of a smile...
mischievous one...
and then
i welcomed you
had coffee
together
sitting by the window...
i remember the sun falling on your hair...
black and browny silken motion...
and how you added two cubes of sugar
to my tumbler...sweet...

last winter
i remember
you coming with bunch of marigold flowers
hung around your neck like a carefree garland
and a porcelain vase
in your hand
one afternoon...
so fragile...
vulnerable...
running fingers on the edge
of the vase...
i got the feel of a shape...

last winter...
i remember...
pink pullover
and strawberries...
how filled the barracks of my heart...