The Lost Lass

I woke up this morning....
And saw my replica,
In the mirror.
Was keenly 
looking for something...
Something that has been
Long forgotten...
Something, that has been
Long lost.
I was looking for.. 
a glance of d lass, 
I used to know once.
Who used to flow like
A little brook..
Used to love the smell,
Of the first rain...
Her feet used to dangle,
With a humming tune,
I was looking for her.

You might think,
She's surreal.
She's only in my realm.
But I've seen her
In my valleys..
We've walked,
Hand in hand.

Never knew when
In d midst of the turns
Of the paths
Her hands 
slipped out of mine..
Maybe she got burried
Under the dust or 
The paints on the canvas.
Or maybe I've burried her
Deep in my memoirs..
To move ahead...
And said to myself..

"Don't look away...
Don't look away."