Lost

This poetry is about how over the time, the love can be unnoticingly forgetten and when it is too late, only regrets haunt. The backdrop shows a city view from a skyline with a telescope. The analogy is to search for the lover, but unfound - lost. 

Somewhere in the mist of dried tears,

somewhere in the chuckles without me,

somewhere, where I left her alone,

I lost her.

When I got too busy, with my own chaos,

when I left her hands, thinking she would be right here,

when she had a tale, but I had no time time to hear her,

I lost her.

Let me know, if anyone's seen her.