The street

One of those mood-swings....

The busy street filled with people
turn around, wave and walk by.
The dear ones with their sunny smiles
join at the coffee table and we bond as time goes by.
A sunny afternoon turns into a pleasant evening,
the pouring rain mellow down to a drizzle.
The world prances by, smile doesn't fade.
But the smile had to fade as easily as it came,
melancholy had to sink in without a reason or rhyme.
An imp plays tricks with mind,
an uncalled, uninvited, inexplicable invasion.
Praying for a dear hand to clasp mine
to wipe away the tear with a warm hug,
to just stay with me till the devil retreats,
but alas, I now look at the empty street.