Of Bus Stops & Last Chances.

Longing, as each day passes.

Defying logic, odds, and sanity.

Of a thousand fluttering butterflies.

Questions, the hows and whys.

Reaching across the bed, finding, wanting, craving.

In thoughts and dreams.

In sweet smiles and hollow pains.

In harsh reality and peaceful escapes.

Hold on. Hang in there.

Stay with me.

A Distant Ruin

How could one not believe?

Across borders of insanity, I traveled back through time.

Thousands of miles away, longing for her one kiss.

How could one question life’s existence?

Filling my drained soul. With history,with warmth, with faith.

I walked and wandered about the vast ruins of royalty.

How could one still have doubts?

The ancient bells tolled, as the wind swayed with ease.

Closing my tear drenched eyes, with a whisper of thy name.

How does one say goodbye?

If Tonight.

Most times,  I wondered — how does a smile, a slight nudge, a tight hug can drastically change my hellish day?

How often do I have to rethink, rewrite, rewind just to be able to translate these thoughts to words whenever I think about you?

How do I stop from reaching over, kissing you and  just forget the silly fight we had both lost?

How my hand would fit into yours, without casting any shadow of doubt?

Most times, I wondered — how nothing ever made any sense, but your coming into my life did?

Colder Water.

Do you reach out, expecting my hand to cover yours from across the table?

She pulls me through, when she feels like I am getting lost along the way.

Do you see me right beside you just before you close your eyes?

She kisses me goodnight and lets me wander into my dreams.

Does your heart still skip a thousand beat whenever you hear that song?

She holds me tight— shielding me from the cruelest night air.

Do you pause — for a second, a breath, to admire the leaves as they fall?

She walks with me aimlessly, until I get the perfect shot.

Do you still call out my name in a whisper — wondering  if I ever loved you?

Echoed Silence

An endless maze appeared. Still. Drunk. Motionless.

I started calling her with a voice quickly taken by the cruel wind.

My soul reverberates,  aching while I reached out— a strand of her hair, a touch of her scent.

I walked aimlessly, my heart hoped for a glimpse of her figure.

Darkness ensued, and still there I was,  lost in my own footsteps.

Under the comfort of the unsympathetic moon, I opened my tear drenched eyes.

She was gone, probably forever.

Run Away.

Come take my hand.

We’re inches away, several miles apart.

Just a little closer. Just a bit more.

You tear up on cue, with a wary soul.

Clouded judgement, forgotten memories.

We promised forever,  minds at war.

A love of a lifetime.

Where did we go wrong?

Shards of glass broken, as still as the moonlight.

And now, a fleeting glimpse of goodbye.