Did I hold too tight that it died?
Or, I held too loose that it flew?
For my mind mildly walks in taunting thoughts
Of how love's ocean went dry
For what I had in my palms have
Melted into memories
Envisioned future, now an unhistorical history
Alas, vapours of  memories!
All but a memory

Didn't I wish I were to her a brother
To shield her from societal snares and ills
For were the journey a hill
I'd climb even her mountains till
Her heels heads the aisle

I was readily her serf
To treat her in rosy loyalty
Coy her in her coyness and
Answer her blue prayers at bedtime sweetness
Cravings of being her knight and
Keeping her head till the death of starless nights
And to keep her 'heart-hold'
Like a man keeps his household
True, I prayed to be all these & one thing
Her husband!
So to be the band that holds her body and soul solely
Gosh! The times we timed
The days we dined
Are now but messy memories
Nought but a memory!

Austin-Vicker 🌺