Where are you hiding?

Perhaps in the ankle bells that I refuse to wear nowadays

Perhaps in the half finished painting of our old block

Perhaps in the unsaid words when your eyes met my glance

Perhaps in the old clothes that stay untouched

Perhaps in the unreturned flight

Perhaps in the deleted song of a movie

Perhaps in the pages of a book which did not qualify to make it to the movie

Perhaps in my unwritten words of a poem

Perhaps under the carpet which I failed to dust

Perhaps in my draft folder of my message list

Perhaps you are there somewhere

And I wish that somewhere is heaven

As I close my eyes forever to see you there