One Life To Live: Unwritten

Sunday, October 16, 2022

I kept on saving words that started

With the alphabets in your name

With a hope and desire

To make them the titles of

The tales and poems

That I would someday write...

Those would define

Of the moments spent

In the soft gaze of adore

Of the sunrays of a november dawn

And of the blushing glances

Wrapped in the silk of spring...

Until I realized

I am gradually falling

Short of words to use

For each word

Invokes thoughts of You