two years to the day when i'm with you.

a thousand and one things in my thoughts. none of them i can pen down.
the past you try to shun away but keeps on flashing before your eyes. some things you just can't help but look back. often a times we look so long at the closed door that we dont see the one which has been opened for us.

its been two years to the day, half the time i've been away.
still i'm lying here tonight, wishing i was by your side.
they say that you can never run away from your history.
but, it's time to try to breathe fresh air. it's time to let go.