Ended as quickly as it’d began
‘Not quite yet.’ quietly like falling dew
‘Don’t leave quite yet.’ the thickening smoke, stark white, chocking.
‘No I don’t need saving. Let’s fall together, die and come back to life as one.’
‘No I don’t know I can survive this. Here. You.’
Palm to palm, nose to nose, foreheads touch. Breaths mingle, fate, destiny scatter washing hands free of us.
‘And if I saved my heart for you, would I ever have your love? ’
‘Love is such a fragile gift when it’s someone you feel magic with. Wouldn’t you say? ’
‘Who are we fooling? Together we are one, but apart……… tell me you feel it too’
My mind awash with the unfurling doubts, inevitabilities. I hang on too tightly.
Fleetingly wonder, is it scarlet in the day? Even if it is real, does he want it as badly as by.
His eyes, gone for a moment tell all. There you go, as though never here. Mind conjecture perhaps?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem