we may have a few differences,
fire and ice,
burnt or melted.

but do i really care,
if we always end up
on the same side of the bed?

I remember you on that empty street, under the dark sky and moonlight. Beneath the dim, yellow fluorescent that casted a perfect trace of your silhouette.

First meetings are uncertain. Some may be the last and some may lead to another. Ours was definitely a naught - a unornamented exchange of passive hellos. Just a momentary encounter of stranger to stranger.

After that day,
     the rain continued pouring.
Summer ended,
     and you were gone.

They said,
     the rainy days will be long.
I felt relieved, by the word's cryptic promise of an ending,
     that makes waiting only temporary.

i have never thought
   that wishing for rain would mean
wishing you away

I often get those daydreams
     where those hands I can hold,
those lips I can kiss
     and your face I can trace
with my fingertips.
 
But they were all the Universe’s scheme;
     to allow me to feel your warmth,
to get lost in a moment,
     to fall into a trick -
a deception, gone in just a click!

We’re taught to love in black and white,
   It’s wrong when we feel differently.

So we bounce back and forth
   In perpetual grey affinity.