I have always been scared to be alone
So tell me why now
All I want is to crawl into my closet
Close the door
And fall apart
In utter silence
The only sound
Is the mute thud
of my pieces falling
to the carpet
Till the last one falls

It shouldn't be
          I,
        But us...

It shouldn't be
         We,
But all...

It shouldn't be the way it is,
            but all of us, we, I everyone

needs to wake up to the fact
were a people not a us, them.

I hope one day we realise
  that a tree cant grow branches if there
aren't roots to  hold it together,

                                               we're all the leaf's.

What was warranted could not be
more out of lingering fingers reach,
but vainly was the goal still paused upon,
teased with the view of what each wanted.


But stagnant were there endeavours
                                  for but a centimetre,
a vastness that could not be gauged by touch
                                                 yet palms were placed.

An innuendo of what could be but was not,
there love was undeniable but their reality
                     was a vacant space in their hearts.

And they sat back to back on this
                                      immovable obstacle,
mourning the need to be in the grasp of another.

No tears were shown to the other but in solace
they fell like monsoons on the ground,
all emotions were departed from there clouds
of white that blinked upon time and then stopped.

They never gave up on the motions that stirred
within and even though time
is finite and what was unforgiving
                               in there needing was no longer.

But time is no friend to love, and bones were
all that was evidence of what once was.
Gazing with empty sockets eternally
                                                     gazing on the other.

But where that which kept them apart had now
                                            parted hands of white,  
now clasped within each others touching.

For an eternity where in the echoes of the past
which could not be obtained
                                  was now holding on in death.

Vacant puddles stare into each other
          and where there was two singular
now they are silently holding on to each other.

I feel this ocean between us
The current has kept us apart
It won’t always be this way
We will break from its pull
We will swim together again