You were like the pieces of
A jigsaw
I claimed you when
I was a toddler
Every evening we stood in
The backyard and hid from the
Pigeons
Every night we laid on the grasses
And counted the stars

My hands are shivering now
And I'm too **** old for any reconciliation
My will has flown
And to this impetuous wind
It surely has blown
You're writing these verses
With your blood stained fingers
I'm trying to forget
Every word I said.

Back in the second grade you
Gave me roses and I thought
We're beginning to collapse
And build this new dome of love
But the meanings and emotions
At this very tender age
Knew no bounds
Crept away
Kept on moving endlessly
Like those horizontal lines you drew
In my notebook
I still have those pages
Buried them with you
Kept them with my soul.

Today when I stand on the bridge
The bridge where your car collapsed
There's an eerie silence
There's a horizontal cross
An immeasurable distance
That can never be crossed.
I watch as every alphabet on that letter
Gravitates towards the floor
And my hands, my blood stained fingers recall that night you were murdered
That's what you told.

Someday the lies we say, consume us.
Someday this demise will become an old tale.
The truth with stay with me
Vertically hitched.