A separation it would be, worth of a thousand lifetimes,





will meet again and again and fall in love
with our different selves.

I wanted to preserve a bubble.
Pop!
Realisation pulled me through a tunnel,
taking me away from my vague fantasies
where are my black feathers? my wings?
Is this an illusion?
I thought I lost you.


**This is not the game we ought to play.

Sometimes you share your wildest secrets to strangers,

Oh love !
Can you become a stranger to me ,

again?

I fear,
Do I care less for you?

Sometimes I feel am so involved loving you, that I forget u as an individual. I love you.

Those tears drops at the edge of your eyes, are on a brim to break free and flow, am I the dam?

your soul should deserve to someone who is more clean than me, less wounded , who can be your muse.

Love cannot be static, I know. I wish to caress those wrinkled eyes and when we turn old, maybe.
This uncertainty is inevitable. there are small nicks- knacks  i want to share with you to grow together as you said.

I fear I shouldn’t lose that baggage of experience and exposure I wish to wove with yours, to create a memorable tapestry of our love.