Always

Remember that night

When you went for a walk

On my painted street,

All my paint brushes and my colours in you cloth satchel?

I had told you I wanted some changes-

Take a little black from your hair

And give it to the night,

Dim the street light above your head...

I told you

And you snatched your bag 

And all my things

And left for a walk on that road!

I thought you wanted to make

Some changes of your own

Without telling me about them

And in my anger told you never to come back...

And here I am now

Realising that you stole the tools of change

For you wanted none!

And there you are

Still walking on my road on that lamp-lit night

The same as always,

Always!