My mother always worried
about my absentmindedness.
About how I walked into a room,
and forgot what I was there for.
How I was always lost in myself,
and wasn’t aware of what was around.
I always laughed it out,
Saying that she worried too much.
How could one get lost
In a familiar place.
Now I know what she meant
When I still get lost in your eyes.
Written for the #AtoZChallenge2017 Featured Image Courtesy: Simran Rohra