I know you want me there. Closer to each breath you exhale and even closer when you inhale. I know you want to be able to pull me out like handwritten letters on a day you are craving meaning. I know you want to touch every fibre of my being and turn Sparks into an emergency fire. But try convincing these ears that don’t hear you say these words. The hands that stretch for you but don’t reach your fingers even when you’re near and the legs that pretended it needed crutches. If they agree, I’ll agree”
Photo by Mark Del Mar
“Go live your life” she said.
” Go find a new way. Go to new restaurants, eat the cuisines I detest. Listen to the songs you like
and not the one’s that have been dedicated to you. Let your suitcase and office files ride shotgun. Stay away, lose contact. Travel the world. Fall in and out of love. Get hurt, go get broken and know it will all fall back in place. For I would have used that distance,time and space to collect the exact no of broken pieces to match yours.We’ll fix each other in the end. Come back”
He didn’t promise to get her the moon. Which girl in her right mind would want the moon. But he got the universe to provide a starry ceiling when she looked up after his mouth tasted like summer on a cold winter night. He believed she deserved both sunshine kisses and stars. But this tower crumbled with one small gust and she has been in ruins awaiting reconstruction.
“The only thing that lasted their ephemeral love, were tangled tongues and lips. Ineffably entwined it crushed unspoken words”
“Why do you keep going back
to the old house.
Its uninhabited and vacant.
I threw away the old furniture too. What’s left in it for you”
I got to go back
to hang a couple of photo frames.
For that’s all it will ever have.
Pictures, memories and me”
Paint me a canvas,
With a palette ,
Of colours from yesterday,
Raindrops and bare skin,
Starry skies and blackness.
Wrap it with moments,
Of nothing, but us and your grin.