You could be a dot, a comma, a pause in someone’s life
A fill in the blanks to some
A lost memory to few
A word, a sentence or none to many
But a select few would make you their story
Part of their history, their life
Through miseries and smiles
Walking that mile
Through precious times and eventide
Some may walk along a while
Listen to your heart
All along you will hear many a heartbeats
Tugging at yours
Believing in you and
Wanting your energy, time and space
Be the resource
Rest assured, there is a source besides, walking, tracking, guiding you through
You could be a grammatical error to someone
Good that you got to know
There is always a way to correct the sentence
But through all the errors
The Blanks and pauses
Be your own stop
Reflect upon your own story
A novel in the making
Never a full stop
Until your last sunset
The final stop
Written on 1st August