Dark clouds had swelled and usurped the sky.
Invisible ***** of a pin and
the heavens burst into unrelenting sheets.

Walkers hastened and cowered under shelters.
Umbrellas opened over their heads
like a sudden sprout of colourful mushrooms.
Traffic slowed to the mismatched rhythm of heated engines and honking vehicles.

Such chaos...
Such beautiful chaos.

I watched from my seat as my bus got pelted mercilessly.
Copious amounts flowed from the roof forming cascades onto the face of windows.
My view was blurred and tail lights refracted.

Amidst such chaos,
I felt such calmness.

It was a moment that stretched limitless.
It was bliss.
It was peace I haven't felt in a long time.

I wish to be caught in such a moment again.

Heavy rain,
Heavy breathing.
What is this pain
I am feeling?

Is it being in your presence
But I couldn't call you mine?

-m.b

"Pretty, pretty boy
Why did you catch my heart,
rolled and smoked it;
leaving it to bits of ashes.
Only for your cool friends
to talk over a cold bottle
or two;
How there wasn't a me and you?"
She sang in her lonely kitchen
on a quiet Sunday night.

-m.b

So is this how it'll be?
From our first shy conversations,
to discussing our favorite books and songs,
the midnight confessions,
the daily I love yous,
the constant motivation,
the laughing,
the loving,
the missing.

It started with missing.
Time took its toll on us.
We were too busy to talk.
That was okay.
We loved each other still.
We understood.
It's okay.
But it wasn't.

We stopped talking.
We missed each other.
So now it has come to this;
the Sorry, I was busy.
The It's okay. How are you?
The I'm good. What about you?
The That's great to hear. I'm okay.
Then silence.
We moved on.
That's it?
We love each other still right?
We'll rekindle right?
Right?

-m.b