Forevermore, a memory is made
Untouched, by anything, but:
The two souls who mould it so-
Inanimate but alive of human touch.

But, sometimes, in a case of 94 to five
The human touch takes a little more then just love
It arrests you, your nectar;
Seething, moulds your sweet surrender sour.

Toxic, to every free flow of your vitality-
Shaming, your existence to their ‘tough life’
Morose, sombre clouds over your brow, wieghing
The blur thickens, you forgo joy, you forgo life.

Somewhere near a silver lining greets, a silent soul:
To who you bare your bruises blue!
Who you’d listen, hug while you bawl your weight away
Maddening, long and arduous walk, though-

From silently staying till the choke gets harder
To moving away when the final straw is drawn;
All it takes is one step-
To be human again, to make new memories-

Of human touch, of love, off broken but a whole heart.