Will my tears ever find shelter in your palm
                                                                when Immersed in silent pains
                                                                           will you howl too,
                                                    during the day when darkness is hard to digest
                                                     and through the night when stars encompass.


                                                                     Will we capture moments
                                                                      as stillness does for a lens,
                                                                                    to rewind
                                                                                     and find
                                                                                nostalgic smiles
                                                                              evermore present.
                                                             Or is this soulful stretch of my lips to fade
                                                                           to grey skies in winter,
                                                               to become a season of rememberance,
                                                               as the snow falls outside my window
                                                                     and I'm looking for my gloves,
                                                               In which chest will you then reside in.


                                                            Or amidst the wind that chills my bones
                                                                     will your touch still warm me,
                                                     like a fire that could never quite fully extinguish
                                                          will your ash remain scattered and weaved
                                                                                   as a reminder
                                                                      that my eyes once celebrated,
                                                                       as flames celebrate passion
                                                                     is this love destined to burn?

                                                        Will this Love I have for you continue living,  
                                                                                          breathing
                                                                                       and walking
                                                                 through streets I'm yet to stand upon.
                                                                             Will you stand beside me
                                                                          as the haze continues to move,
                                                               will it be your fingertips touching my wrist
                                                                                      as we cross roads
                                                                             through histories of lovers,
  

                Will we walk the same path,
                                                                         are we reaching a dead end
                                                                                                                         or shall the stars carry us forth.