Nostalgia

I loved keeping my windows shut, My room drenched in murk, Day in and day out, I savoured the frost, And the stillness that did lurk. You beamed in through a broken pane, Your radiance gleamed so bright, Holding forth this gloom anymore, Went utterly against my might. Each day I pined for the whole of you, The tiny crack never satiating my soul, So one fine day I broke open the glass, Lest this desire takes its toll! Now the soft zephyr strokes my hair, As the birds' euphony fills the earth, I keep gazing at the sky so seamlessly blue, But never and never again could I ever find you.