I remember you saying to never speak of the end again,

that fate has this habit of coming true if you speak of it often.

So scared you were to live your life with all the chaos,

everything you did then centred around us.

From my deepest corner at my darkest hour,
My mind shudders and remembers the scar,
This gullible heart refuses to learn,
Still gets drawn to the flame only to get burnt.

You love me, you desire me,
You want to write poems on me, you want to paint me,
You want to be entertained by me.
 

My heart aches and longs for you,
To relive those tender days and stolen moments.

 

When our eyes met after years,
Her eyes seemed asking if I remembered her.

 

Motley birds waking up building up a chorus of their own,
Few morning walkers struggling to supress their yawn.
Few minutes left to grab some fresh air,

I speak the language you taught me,
Believe the words that you meant.
Been years since I heard yours,
Don’t know to you if they mean the same.

Few years length of unspoken words,
A mountain of emotions to be shared.

 

Let it be buried, unknown, unsung like an unwanted child,
In the darkness of the night, before we change our mind.