our conversations recently
have had me hanging on a thin thread,
swinging like a pendulum
between taunting oblivion and eternity
the memories of the yore
flicker periodically at a distance
beckoning my weak limbs to
take one step - just one step
a step closer to your embrace
I take hazy and unsteady steps
swinging between wanting to you,
and wanting to forget you
but then I hear your voice
and the thread snaps on the side
that has me wanting you -
the side that I am familiar with
the side where silence
reveals the deepest thoughts inside us
and reveals our deepest secrets
I remain hopeful that this silence
will never lose meaning
for I wouldn't know what to do
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