The silence wrapping our words
was not born out of a deed or two.
Or out of lack of love.
We didn’t wake up one day
and began feeling alone.
The day we held hands,
we felt the alienation
that only love can bring.
No great love can
change what we were.
Where the plains of our own
lives and its insecurities met
there we see a crack,
to remind us everyday
that we never fit with each other.

I want to slip into the spots of the moon
that you look at so fondly
on the nights that you are about to break.

Wandering in the lanes of being your transient temptation,
in a run to be your progressing need,
or a potential for your imperishable desire
I have lost myself....