She came…sat down so gingerly We exchanged glances furtively Said it all, understood it all Utter silence, ecstatic agony.
She sat with lips trembling unable to speak My heart sputtering, missing a beat Ah! Those precious moments When hours seemed like seconds.
Today Memories blur & all that remains is etchings on a grey slate Realities whisked away by the greatest slayer of all – cruel fate I try to call out your name but can’t shout I am left wondering what it was all about.
…The deafening silence is overpowering
Did it all happen? I am not too sure If it did, it was love in divinity so pure But whenever I look at the barricade of the grey slate Memories come flooding in through the sluice gate.
Did it ever happen to you that a moment, opens floodgates of memories?