I remember weekday mornings with you
Coffee and cigarettes in hand,
The smell of indian food so delicate in my nose.
Bangali, pakistani smiles so sweet.
I remember the scorching desert sun
Never burning but rather lingering in the skin.
The city lights touched my heart like the first romance.
The walks i had with you will always be like a dream and i long to experience you again.
Is it possible to fall in love with a place?