do you miss it.., you asked

Do I miss that
You ask
In a yellow cafe
With blue curtains
Set amidst a trove of palms
Most are tall
But some might have
Sprouted
Recently
May be a few years ago
They are still trying to
Gather
Enough haughty strength
To bear with storms
May be in a desert
Of desires
To touch
to feel
And
To smell
The aroma of breaths
That often connect the purity of
Heart
Like passing through a tunnel
Of tense corridor of concern
And a smiling sky
Laden with a quilt of clouds
With no doubt
Little to hold
Little to choose
And you ask
Do I miss
A kiss
That engraves signature
Of timeless love
Of yesteryears hanging like a curtain
On a worn out window
With lose hinges
And who knows
The panes may give way
Next time you bang the door
In anger at my patience
And also the placidity
Of pure love
As if a green creeper on a dead tree
Embraces the breeze
And then with a twinkle in its eye
Smile at the snail
Who is walking slowly
To the same place
Where you asked
Do you really miss
Do you
Do