It makes me pensive,
when i listen for a heartbeat,
and hear only the
echoing stillness..
Or maybe i am seeing
-the very first time-
the calm that follows a storm.
It makes me fear,
the road ahead,
when i realise that you won't be
holding my hand..
Or maybe i need to trust
-take a leap of faith-
that i am you...
and you are me.
It makes me wonder,
where the blooming flowers went.
Or maybe, if i looked closer,
-with eyes shut-
i would notice the ripening fruits.
It makes me sad,
that i lack the words,
to give voice to my heart..
Or maybe i am witnessing,
-with each vanishing page-
that no eloquent ink
can pen an empty heart.
It makes me worry,
when my call receives no rejoinder..
Or maybe i am learning
-the hard way-
that the speech of lovers,
resonates with silence.
And then some more
Then.
It makes me happy,
to look into the horizon
-and our shadows falling behind us-
and realise..
That our paths crossed,
and became One.
