that old place

i revisit that corner
we frequented not long ago
everything is still the same
each letter, we carefully constructed
each word that were meticulously put together
they remain, they still speak to me
they stare at me as if with sad eyes
wondering where you are,
asking me where you've gone
they blame themselves in their utter stillness
as if they had made a mistake
So, loss for words
i tell them, you've sent them regards
and that we'll pay them a visit
sometime, maybe in the future