Our gazes are nearly numbing 

Outstretched arms anticipating

Waiting for your homecoming

You went for a year or so

It has been now more than two

Time is running, parents are aging

My heart is heavy with despair too

Every morning mom wipes your bike

I end up primping your abandoned room

Dad brings your favourite nosh...

Every evening on way to home

Your friends call up once in a while

They hope to meet you face to face

Our treasure is a letter from you

And few memories from past to retrace