From Me

When I think of a poem
Watching the moon-lit sky
I get reminded of your eyes
A small pinch of brownish wisp
Smogishly playing around the lids

Yes, I am reminded of you
When I smell the moistness,
The aroma of a freshly-showered
overlay of grass
Lying on a muddled floor

Giving me occasional reminders
Of You
And gifts as sweet hiccups to you
From Me.