When love ends

There will be a tomorrow

With or without.

Love of mine.

Like someone said

It's like a lone orange leaf.

Stuck in the middle

Of nowhere

While the other

Successfully moves

Forward.

Ahead.

On.

Fear is the heart of love.

And that's why

So many conversations.

Endlessly exploring

What was inevitably

Around the corner.

The dying notes

Of the song.

Once upon a time.

Trying to hold time

Hold it still

Very still

As you feel it slipping away

With every beat

Every time

The drum sticks came down.

Fading away.

With the dying notes

Of the song.

Once upon a time.

Mute

What if I was sand, and you blew patterns in me?

What if I was the stuff kids make castles from, dig me out, upset me?

What if I was a blue bucket full of water, and a droplet joined me, only to disturb every depth I've known?

What if I was the breeze, cut and tarnished as I blew from the ocean out towards the unforgiving arms of cities?

What if I was the orange of the street lamp looking down on a monsoon, a lonely bird, a couple huddled under a single umbrella?

What if I was the ache that cried out to you every moment?