A Month's Memories

Are you pissed with me,
Coz you're not who you used to be.
What have I done,
Coz you are no more fun.


I miss talking to you throughout the day,
And listening to what you have to say.
I like your impatience and your immaturity,
Coz I know that's your idiosyncrasy.


I like how you wrinkle your face,
It be like a rabbit face.
Your eyes do twinkle with humour,
Which only proves I will have to take out my armour.


This was written sometime back. At the time, I thought it was badly written; now I feel otherwise. So, here I am sharing it.