You arrive each time
to empty your head
from the three-month drive.
A white blankness confronts us
and we see only silhouettes.
We could never really know,
what you do.
And our queries are answered,
only through your physical emotions.

Your arrival each time,
enters my dark box with colours.
And suddenly I become like i once was,
a playful child following your every footstep.
I still do, if not literally.
The stopper is unplugged,
everytime you smile.
A whole new world opens up to me,
everytime you speak.
But then again,
its time to leave.

Your departure each time,
leaves behind a trace.
These traces I cling to,
and it changes my world.
And though you're gone and I know you'll come back,
I still think of you every day.
Because I know those traces are black spots
on the white blankness.