Writings of the wanderer

We did it yesterday, When the light came in And the trees swished by When the darkness left With a faint promise  That never had an intention  To be fulfilled. We did it yesterday, When your hair portrayed  A sweet melancholy  When I brushed you off With some sugar and salt That played the pseudo game Of seeking and faking. But did we really do it? Or was it just a show? Of humble exterior  And a churlish interior?  Maybe it was you, Taking away pieces  Without letting me know. -Kasturi Ghosh