Change In The Air

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.