To show you my presence.
I will come, not in thoughts
For your remembrance.
I will come, not like months
That you often fail to detect.
I will come, not like seasons
Whose arrival you expect.
I will come, with that rare sunset
When you are sitting alone
I will come, late in the even
When everybody’s gone.
I will come, like a lightning
That’s felt after it subdues.
I will come, in the long nights
To clear out your blues.
I will come, almost always
When you expect me not.
I will come, once in a while
To surprise you a lot.