Sep 15
Upon a cold night in an ember month,
I watched from a higher ground two lovers quarreling—
His voice, a thunder. Her voice, another thunder in the night.
The night grew older in minutes and Gradually their voices quiet down.
They fought and they calmed, and they sat together
On a concrete bench under a tree whose silhouette was created by the streetlights some walks away.
Moments later I began to hear their laughter—
His voice a melody to her, her voice a melody to him after the flame.
There was nothing more beautiful to me that night.
I felt relieved and told my friend “this is how it should be.”
I watched from a higher ground two lovers quarreling—
His voice, a thunder. Her voice, another thunder in the night.
The night grew older in minutes and Gradually their voices quiet down.
They fought and they calmed, and they sat together
On a concrete bench under a tree whose silhouette was created by the streetlights some walks away.
Moments later I began to hear their laughter—
His voice a melody to her, her voice a melody to him after the flame.
There was nothing more beautiful to me that night.
I felt relieved and told my friend “this is how it should be.”
This was based on a true experience. Fights are bound to happen at some points and there is nothing we can do about it. But after the flame we must remember all the good parts and carry on. To all lovers out there, may you keep carrying on despite the obstacles 🥂
