While asleep, I sense you hand
on my forehead.
As a drop of your tears
fall on my cheek,

upon seeing the way I'm sick all day,
this love is worth of
not being well for a thousand years.

We walk along
the edge of a street
In clumsy toes
and warm likely feet.

Thus in apart, you hold,
stand where you are
turn back and see,
to look, to find,
and catch my chin
in your soft palms
in this empty street
and place a gentle kiss.

Then we smile.
And you walk along
the edge of the street.

The love
you've kept so long
in the wait
for someone unknown,

Does it still
keep burning
every night
When you leave
the bed awhile &
stare at
the lone vacant sky?

1st rule was broken,
Two were kept.
3rd one was you-
My last, forever, late.

Some bitter tastes don't remind
Us of sweet, rather make us remember
The people whom we shared the taste with.
In this familiar way, some scattered voices whisper

“Sometimes it's good to feel that you belong.
Sorrows never really made us sad.
Not being able to share them did.”